Saturday, November 08, 2008

Falling Leaves and Red Eyes

I love taking pictures of the boys in the fall leaves. Well, to be honest, taking pictures of Nathan and Tate is one of my favorite things to do. A picture to me is a moment frozen in time. I love my boys and I love to watch them discover new things and learn new skills, but part of me wants them to stay little and sweet forever. Taking pictures helps me to freeze all of those precious moments from their babyhood. I love all the fall colors on the trees this year. It has been a spectacular fall. So, I took the boys out into our backyard and took a bunch of pictures of them playing in the leaves. For a few minutes it was such a sweet thing to watch Nathan help Tate discover leaves for the first time, but it quickly devolved as Nathan got bored and Tate crawled away.

My Dad brought us some much needed mulch for our flower beds yesterday afternoon, and took Nathan home with him for a sleepover. Nathan is in need of a new pair of cowboy boots as he grew out of his old pair this summer, so Pap promised to take him to get the boots yesterday evening. Well, as luck would have it, the store had closed 30 minutes before they got there. Poor kid, he's been driving me nuts asking "When Pap gonna take me get my new boots?" I guess I'll have to hear that question for a few more weeks. Well, it's always nice to have a day with only one kid, it helps us get somethings done around the house, or go Christmas shopping for the boys like we did today (good thing Tate can't talk!). But, Tate has been in a cranky mood all day, so we haven't had as much peace and quiet as we would have normally had without Nathan screaming and bouncing off of the walls. I think he's getting another tooth and his eyes look terrible. They are red and irritated and they have been secreting junk all day. I guess he'll be staying home from church in the morning with Daddy, and I'll be heading off to the doctor with him on Monday morning. Oh happy joy joy.

Here are a few pics from the leaves and a pic of Tate's misery.




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