I seem to be hopelessly and endlessly trapped in a loop of OMG SO BUSY AND YET ACCOMPLISHING NOTHING (with bonus excessive adverbs).
I feel like I should have a Story of Substance & Worth Telling for you by now, but instead it's been nothing but work! More work! Laundry! No, more laundry than that! Sticky breakfast dishes growing ever stickier! We're out of milk/eggs/cereal! Time to go get that kid! And now the other one! Soccer! Appointments! Conferences! Phone calls and more work and oh great, the cat just decided to vomit up three days' worth of food up and down the upstairs hallway. And WTF, we're out of milk again.
In other words, here are some pictures from my phone. Ass, thy name is Half.
More brotherly bonding with screens. And no, Noah is not really wearing glasses — they're part of his Harry Potter costume. That he picked out. Himself. Willingly and unprompted. He likes wearing the glasses around because "sometimes different is fun."
*falls over dead*
Speaking of Halloween, I've opted to skip the hand-me-down costumes for Ike and put together a costume that is 100% based on That Hair. I can't wait to baffle and confuse all the neighbors with it.
"Is your baby wearing...hairspray?"
"YES. AND IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT."
Ike is obsessed with our pumpkins (PINKINS, he calls them) and keeps trying to ride the big one. About a split second after I took this photo I dropped my phone and just barely managed to CATCH HIS FACE in my hands before it smacked right into the sidewalk.
It's decorative gourd season, motherfuckers! Best work on those bitchin' reflexes, yo.
(Don't let the thoughtful expression fool you. This is a child who has learned nothing.)
GAH I COULD JUST EAT HIM LIKE A SLICE OF PINKIN PIE