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The younger boy's haircut

Time for my semi-annual blog, now that the boys are back in school.

Hair's gettin' a bit long.

"Arrrr!"

One last good look at that hair.

Can't have a blog post without the older boy.

At Snip-Its in Southpark Meadows. We no longer have to travel to Leander for a kid-centered haircut place....

"Uh, guys. This bib is too big."

"Seriously guys, what the shit is this?"

"It's cool. It's cool."

"No, not cool. Not cool."

"Happy place. I'm in my happy place."

Mom is actually holding his head still. But it looks pretty Homer-esque from here.

As close as we got to tears. A little better than big brother does ...

"Yay! And now back out into the 112-degree heat!"

Foto Wednesday: Flowers 2011

Went to the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center on Sunday, because we figured if the apocalypse hadn't happened, we were gonna need a Flower Photo for 2011, and there weren't any other flowers elsewhere.

Here's the highlights.

The Official Flower Photo of 2011 … despite a lack of flowers.

Getting the older boy to hold the younger boy was a challenge. Getting both to look in the direction of the camera at the same time was much, much harder.

"I love this post."

If the younger boy had been making a sweet expression in this photo,
I would have argued for it. Just a half-second away from perfection.

All I can see is a giant hand.

We've reached the high point of cooperation. It's all downhill from there.
Did I mention it was hot?

Don't look, baby brother. It's much too horrible.

Awww.

The older boy is starting to lose it.

Definitely lost it.

OK. I think we're all done with the flower photo business.

Have a good Wednesday, everybody.

Easter Fotos

I have a quick moment, so here are some photos from Easter that my sister shot …

Bullworker and Grandma at Clark's Outpost in Tioga, which turned out to be an excellent barbecue joint.

The older boy and Grandma. One of them is thinking about barbecue.

The boys with the Easter Bunny.

The boy and Bullworker on the tractor.

Ayep. I had 'pert near half the field plowed afore sunrise.

Easter outfit!

First Easter morning.

The older boy asked to "drive" the horse. That was good enough for Aunt Julie.

Have a good weekend everybody.

Foto Friday

The end of this week's series of photos ...

As we tour the farm on the golf cart, the boy has to point out every deer blind. This time, we stopped for a photo.

This is the next morning after he kept me awake half the night. He's trying to figure out what makes the golf cart go. Here's hoping he'll be an engineer and not something sorry like ... ugh, journalist.

The younger boy and grandpa, chilling out.

Look at that smile.

Getting close.

Almost there.

Have a good weekend everybody.

Foto Tuesday

So I took 200-something photos over the weekend at the Farm and the next day, when I was throwing back a slug of Polish vodka in a country Catholic church building with a hell of a lot of people who have deep family rootskis.

So we're sharing photos all week. Today, the Slomchinski family reunion …

Shaina, the younger boy and some sort of power broker.

The rest of us would eat barbecue. The younger boy would eat the tablecloth. Voraciously.

The older boy, in serious thought. Probably about m&ms.

I'm not fighting the software on this one. You'll have to turn your computer sideways.

Later, he would sleep from Pleasanton to Kyle.

He would sleep from Pleasanton to Austin.

Happy Tuesday, everybody.

Foto Friday

Time for an update on my progeny...

At the grandparents' in Starrville. The older boy watches very carefully how one turns on the four-wheeler or the riding lawn mower. He follows the route of the keys. He will need to be watched.

This fist-sized moth showed up in Starrville. Here it waits, vampire-like, in a corner until nightfall.

Looking for the perfect picture.

Wait for it.

Almost there …

Got it!

Have a good weekend, everybody.

Foto Friday

A quick hit of fotos while the youngest boy is snoozing …

The crowd goes wild.

Ready for the Spurs.

Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk.

This is what happens when I say "smile."

Showing off the new haircut.

Have a good weekend, everybody.

Foto Friday

Ah. Friday. Good.

The return of the playground shot.

The boy does his Brad Pitt "12 Monkeys" impersonation. And I know somebody is going to Google that and end up with this photo. Sorry about that.

One more time.

Didn't photoshop it a bit. That's how the photo came out. Girls, you can start lining up now.

This would be a better photo if his shirt wasn't smeared with peanut butter.

Have a good weekend everybody.

Foto Thursday

Day two of the photo catch-up …

The older boy and his … cousin? … playing over Christmas.

The boy runs his car off the road. It won't be the last time.

R.C. cars were the thrill of the day in San Antone.

That, or raiding the sugar cookies.

A grandma's work is never done.

Christmas 2010.

"Hey, Dad! Taking pictures of Bullworker? Can I be in one?"

"Jesus. Christmas lasts forever around here."

Foto Wednesday

OK, grandparents are clamoring for photos, I am feeling guilty for not blogging, you get three consecutive days of fotos. Shit yeah.

"You mean it's not Christmas yet?"

Two little monkeys.

Yes, the boy is on the floor, the filthy floor, using the filthy floor mat as a blanket. I just got a camera.

Soylent Green is Little People!

Christmas. Yay.

"Screw all those hundreds of dollars of toys! I! Have! Chocolate!"

"Wait … whut?"

"The hell you say!"

"I'll kick his ASS!"