Too Much Scooby-Doo?

A sign that I've let my two-year-old watch a little too much Scooby Doo: We were on our way down the stairs to clean up the basement this evening and he stopped on a step, picked up a small toy and said, "I found a clue."

Because It's There

I remember a painting my brother, who's an artist, made when he was in high school. It was of a guy scaling a skyscraper and to the side it said "Because It's There." I did not understand what that meant. And then I married Corey. I get it now. It is this innate need to conquer something, even if you have to traverse through some awful (at least I'd call them awful) conditions to do it. A cold, snowy mountain for instance. I think I would be happy to sit in a resort at the bottom, drink my hot cocoa and enjoy the Colorado mountain view. But no, not these guys. There was a mountain begging to be climbed, so they climbed it. Don't get me wrong. I think it's great that Corey does this stuff. He's even taken me on a couple trips, and I can honestly say I enjoyed myself. But I don't get home and immediately start looking for the next mountain I can climb or the next river I can raft down. And I don't think any amount of convincing would get me to climb Mt. Yale (I think that's the name.) It snowed, it hailed, the oxygen is thin way up there, and it was 27 degrees at night (which is balmy compared to some of Corey's camp outings, but still sounds very unpleasant to me.) I'm hoping it will be a while before the wilderness starts calling him again, but it will call and he will go. I am pretty certain of that.

Corey and Brent almost to the top.

Mt. Yale

Hail.

So You Think You Can Dance

My boy groovin' to my new favorite musician, Jimmy Needham. Listen carefully and you will hear Lewis say "Yeah baby." He is the epitome of cute.

Me and My Littlest Man

There are some moments I wish I could bottle up and store in my cedar chest to take back out and relive after my boys have grown.

Body Art

I have no one to blame but myself. By the third child, I should know that when a two-year-old plays quietly by himself for too long, he is up to no good. Lewis was very proud of himself. See how he is displaying his leg for the picture.

Soccer Pictures For Grandma and Grandpa

Tonight was game two. The boys are really fun to watch. Carter and his friend Ethan, who have been playing together in the yard all summer, are very good players. Owen does a good job too, but he's one of the youngest on his team.

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We had "professional" photos tonight, but I decided it was not something I wanted to spend money on. I'm kind of obsessed with taking pictures, so why pay someone else? This was my photo shoot with the boys tonight. I think we'll try it again next week. One boy was not in the mood for pictures with mommy. The other was a bit goofey.

Handsome

Tonight at the soccer game, Lewis said "Take my picture." So I took it. Afterwards he said, "I handsome." Yes Lewis, you are handsome. You can be a handful, but you are handsome.