I know, I know. I keep saying I'm not giving up on the blog, but then …
Anyway, just in case watching two boys all week keeps me busy …
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a peaceful 10 hours of not-getting-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-to-pacify-a-screaming-baby.
As I'm typing this, the younger boy is working on 11 hours of sleep. While 10 hours of sleep was welcome, this is starting to become disturbing. (Yes. I checked. Every 15 minutes for the last 3 hours.)
Surely, he will wake as I type this rare blog. (He did, not five minutes after I typed that sentence. And stop calling me Shirley.)
So the younger boy is large and healthy and a good sleeper, meaning we have been blessed with two such children, meaning — it must be so — that we will pay for our sins in some other way down the line.
Let's catch up on other stuff.
For the older boy, we left AISD behind and never looked back. Based simply on the progress of his speech and the disappearance of at least half the tantrums, we made the right choice. He still will refuse to speak at times, and still is delayed compared to his peers, but is making remarkable progress.
I have not kept up with charting the NFL season after watching the Cowboys go down in flames. As it turns out, the only one of my NFL predictions that came true was that it would be Dallas to inexplicably choke. I think NFL predictions will not become a Bottlecaps tradition.
I'm damn proud of the Aggies. They turned their season around after Sherman had the guts to go with a different QB and delivered some damn fine games. I would talk trash about them beating the Longhorns, but they're so bad, it'd hardly be satisfying. I'm not terribly excited about the Cotton Bowl, though. A&M is destined to lose. In the years since I graduated, A&M has lost every bowl game it played in except the galleryfurniture.com bowl. It hurt to type that.
Aside from raising two boys, making a mell of a hess out of the house and then cleaning it up again, there's been little action around here. Shannon is going back to work in a couple days, which will make December a pretty tough month, but I'm sure I'll get my feet under me soon enough. If I continue to get 7 hours of sleep a night, it will be hard to complain.
This has been a pretty boring blog, considering I haven't typed much in the last couple months.
How about a picture?
Driving the tractor at the Farm. One of the best things to ever happen to the boy.
Howdy everyone,
I will start blogging again. I did not give it up. But first, a Thanksgiving break.
But before the Thanksgiving break, some holiday fotos …
Watching Texas A&M beat Nebraska.
The boy at his Thanksgiving program at Mornings with the Messiah. I had wanted to post video of this, but had technological difficulties. Yes, he did sing.
At the Thanksgiving "lunch" where he refused to eat anything, even a roll. But you can see his new haircut.
Day 2 of the program. Not into it at this very moment.
Really, he DID sing. I was just videotaping when he sang. Between performances he wasn't as animated.
Baby brother. Just chilling out.
Here we are, pre-haircut.
Have a good Thanksgiving, everybody.
I've had a lot to say this week, but no time to say it. Fortunately, there's time for Halloween fotos!
Note the pirate tattoo on the forearm. We did not stop short when it came to being bad-ass. My matching tattoo is still on my wrist, probably leaching Chinese chemicals into my bloodstream.
Our photo-editing software (such as it is) could not remove the redeye from this photo. No matter. You can still tell that's one happy pirate. Yarrr.
All right, ye wee scalliwag. Walk the plank. Er, crawl the plank. Er … OK, forget the plank.
Arrgh. Too much grog.
Our pirate, boldy setting off on his journey through the neighborhood.
Our pirate, confidence shaken after a small dog ran out the door and jumped on him at the very first house we went to.
This was the Halloween of the dog. At the very first house, this wee little dog runs out and greets him. Now the dog was harmless, but it scared the boy. The boy, after that, was no longer interested in going to people's doors.
Now me, I was still pretty sick, and after the boy rejected a couple of houses, I was ready to say to hell with it and go home. But Shannon was stubborn about it, even carrying the boy up to one house. Finally, she got him back in the spirit of things by reminding him he could ring the doorbells (push the button! is a big sell for a 3-year-old).
And so we have a good run, hitting maybe six or seven houses. The boy does a good job of saying "Happy Halloween!"
Then we walk up to a neighbor's house where they are sitting in the driveway passing out candy and for some reason their much larger dog comes halfway up to the boy barking and growling. This pissed me off because the dog was definitely capable of hurting small children, but it scared the boy silly. (The neighbors jumped up, seized their dog, apologized, gave us lots of candy, etc.)
Another 5 minutes calming the boy and he hits a few more houses, but once he sees our house, he's all "time to go home!" We figure it was OK. But our next-door neighbor was out in her driveway handing out candy and since we seldom interact with them, we thought we better go over there with the boy just to be polite.
This takes some doing, because the boy is ready to go in the house, but I get him over there, squeezing between a couple cars in their driveway and the first thing they say … "Look! We have a doggie in a Halloween costume!"
The boy says "Fuck this!" Not literally, of course — though it's possible since he's heard me in traffic — and refuses to take another step toward the neighbor. I go up and get him some chocolate and it's back in the house.
Meanwhile, the younger boy is unperturbed by man or beast.
Me? A pirate scared of a few dogs? Whatever …
Have a good weekend, everybody.
Howdy, all. I'm sick and just ran out of time yesterday to put up some photos. But my cruddiness will not stop me from delivering these pictures to the grandmas (and everyone else who likes Foto Friday).
The older boy, participating in the cleaning of the graves near the Farm.
The younger boy just supervised our work.
It was a hectic day and not without its troubles and snafus, but all was well when the boy and I got to spend the last hour around sunset on the golf cart.
The boy really, really digs riding on the golf cart.
We were riding the golf cart at sunset and here we are riding it at sunrise. The boy would have rode all night inbetween if that was an option.
A boy. Some dirt. The Farm. Can't beat it.
This battle was over. The boy, weary in victory, knew the war would always continue.
I'm not sure what the younger boy is thinking about, but it can't be good.
Have a good weekend, everybody.
(The title of this blog is the pre-coffee version of Fotos on the Farm)
We went to the Farm this past weekend and I got the photo bug. It happens to me from time to time.
I took about 150 photos, so we'll have plenty of pictures of the older boy this Friday (the younger one was sleeping most of the time).
In the meantime, here's a semi-Halloween mini-gallery of what I found …
Inside the old house, I found Jesus.
Looks like he's been right there for a hundred years.
Religous imagery is like shooting fish in a barrel,
but I was just getting warmed up.
By the dawn's early light.
Rats! He died before I could get him in focus.
I couldn't get the macro setting to focus on the bug's head.
But somehow that makes it more creepy.
Yeah, I kinda dig the Farm.
I'm just Dave.
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