Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Case in point...
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Why?
Why do little boys feel the need to get into trouble so frequently? In my experience, they get into WAY more trouble than girls and make me want to pull my hair out by the root on a semi-regular basis.
For example, a certain boy I know ended up in the ER this week at 6 am Monday morning with a bottom lip nearly cut in half. (In his defense, he fell out of bed while sleeping and just happened to land on the side of his bed mouth-first).
The same boy was found standing on a shaky side table trying to get something off the top of my tall bookshelf.
The same boy was found in my bathroom after we heard a giant crash, with the ENTIRE toilet seat, both lid and seat broken off and on the floor. ???? (He was climbing up to reach scissors...)
The same boy pitched an epic tantrum because his shirt had too many buttons.
The same boy pitched another epic tantrum and spent 2 hours at the table over 3 bites of vegetables.
The same boy found nail scissors and butchered off his hair...in the front...again.
The same boy was found "seeing what would happen" if he soaked brightly colored playdough in water and then "painted" the bathroom sink, and counter, and....
The same boy was found with a hammer and nails (from Daddy's locked office) seeing if he could hammer the rug to the wood floor. (Thankfully the culprits were caught before any damage was done.)
The same boy regularly fishes all manner of things out of the trash, cuts them up, and then ties them to anything and everything.
The same boy ties every rope, string, pieces of yarn he can get his hands on onto anything and everything.
The same boy takes apart anything that requires batteries and switches them out on a regular basis, leaving discarded, half-used batteries all over the house, and no new batteries in the drawer.
The same boy has been found to climb on anything to retrieve extension cords, his "toy" of choice, no matter how high we put them or where we hide them.
And this is just one week.
I love you dearly, my dear boy, but you might just land me in the nut house!
For example, a certain boy I know ended up in the ER this week at 6 am Monday morning with a bottom lip nearly cut in half. (In his defense, he fell out of bed while sleeping and just happened to land on the side of his bed mouth-first).
The same boy was found standing on a shaky side table trying to get something off the top of my tall bookshelf.
The same boy was found in my bathroom after we heard a giant crash, with the ENTIRE toilet seat, both lid and seat broken off and on the floor. ???? (He was climbing up to reach scissors...)
The same boy pitched an epic tantrum because his shirt had too many buttons.
The same boy pitched another epic tantrum and spent 2 hours at the table over 3 bites of vegetables.
The same boy found nail scissors and butchered off his hair...in the front...again.
The same boy was found "seeing what would happen" if he soaked brightly colored playdough in water and then "painted" the bathroom sink, and counter, and....
The same boy was found with a hammer and nails (from Daddy's locked office) seeing if he could hammer the rug to the wood floor. (Thankfully the culprits were caught before any damage was done.)
The same boy regularly fishes all manner of things out of the trash, cuts them up, and then ties them to anything and everything.
The same boy ties every rope, string, pieces of yarn he can get his hands on onto anything and everything.
The same boy takes apart anything that requires batteries and switches them out on a regular basis, leaving discarded, half-used batteries all over the house, and no new batteries in the drawer.
The same boy has been found to climb on anything to retrieve extension cords, his "toy" of choice, no matter how high we put them or where we hide them.
And this is just one week.
I love you dearly, my dear boy, but you might just land me in the nut house!
Raking leaves...
is quite enjoyable when it is in the seventies and you have 2 great helpers!
Only thing missing is my Carolina-bean!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
The Reception
The kids went home to bed and the wedding reception began! Amazing family... Great wine and food... and a happy couple! What could be better?
The Happy Couple - Jess and Taylor Wood!
My little brother is MARRIED!
The 3 Wood Kids - all grown up
EVERY Begley cousin in attendance!
Uncle Taylor and Aunt Jess' Wedding Part 2
Here come the flower girls...
Here come the ring bearers...
And here comes the bride...
How fun is a LIMO ride!!!!
Our Family
The Mazur Family
Mom and Taylor
Proud Dad
Uncle Taylor and Aunt Jess' Wedding! Part 1
My brother Taylor wed his beautiful bride Jess on October 13th. Caroline got to be a flower girl! (Could anything be more dreamy for a 6 year old?) Clayton and Austin got to be ring bearers - tuxedos and all! It was a wonderful occasion - gorgeous church and reception hall, beautiful and happy bride and groom, and lots of fun with extended family. big props go to Gamma Phyl, Boppy, and Aunt Kim for doing lots of childcare and driving duties during the wedding weekend.
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All dressed up and ready to go!
With Uncle Taylor before the wedding
Papa and the grandkids
Rockin' the Tuxes...
Our Family!
Aunt Meredith and Cousins Kellan and Makenna
The "Wood" Cousins!
The Sweet Flower Girls
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