Friday, October 28, 2011

Face off.

     One of my greatest joys in life is watching my kids face off with animals.  Not in a fight to the death kinda way or with anything particularly dangerous.  But I absolutely love when I get a shot of the boys squaring off with an animal as if they aren’t going to turn and run if it gets an inch closer.
Teague vs. Peacock is a classic.

Teague vs. Mystery Cow

Crews vs. Rooster
Crews vs. Goat.

Today, I captured Crews vs. Cow.
I could do this all day…

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

M-M-M-Monster Mash.

             Nope.  This is not a post about Halloween.  It’s a post about how Teague wants to have a monster truck party for his 6th birthday next month and I have no idea how to pull that off. 

            We’ve thrown some fantastic birthday parties over the past few years.  We’ve rented the Fun Bus.  We’ve had jousting in an inflatable obstacle course.  We’ve danced to Yo Gabba Gabba.  Even constructed a horse out of cake and had a petting zoo.  But what do you do at a monster truck party?
            Teague’s answer?  You drive monster trucks. 

            And since that’s not going to happen, I’m looking for fun ideas.  Currently at the top of my list is renting a jump castle and ignoring this lame, redneck-themed party altogether.  I wanted to have a Harry Potter party with a potion mixing station and broom rides across the zip line, but that was quickly rejected by Teague.  Instead, I’m searching for Gravedigger invitations and looking at cups shaped like giant tires.
            I guess my days of picking a theme and decorating how I see fit are over.  Crews has already decided his birthday party will be tractor-themed.  And honestly, at this point, all I can think is, “That Mississippi blood runs deep.”

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Let the decorating begin! Again...

            Fall in our house is a very exciting time.  Not because the kids are back in school, football is plentiful, and there are more opportunities than ever to cook fantastic meals, but because holidays abound and I love to decorate the house.  It all begins with Halloween.  I pull out box after box of window clings, fake Styrofoam pumpkins, bowls, hanging spiders, ghastly candles… You name it, we got it.
            But what I really love is decorating the outside of the house and the yard.  Although we are most well-known in our neighborhood for our extreme Christmas decorating (It’s truly a Winter Wonderland that attracts a crowd of kids each night in December), we try to kick it off right in October with some not-so-spooky enhancements.
            I’m always chomping at the bit to start decorating a few days before October, but this year we were on the cruise and I got a late start.  As it turns out, it didn’t really matter because my spooky yard has been destroyed by two straight days of rain and insane wind. 
All day Saturday, I made Colin position and stake down inflatables.  He spent the whole afternoon running power cords and setting timers.  I carefully hung all of my bats, spiders, and bat sconces then placed various pumpkins on the porch and stairs.  It looked awesome.
            Fast-forward to today and my two 12-foot-tall pumpkin stack and Frankenstein inflatables are lying in a heap in the bushes filled with water.  Most of my bats and spiders are scattered around the front half-acre of our property.  And enormous live oak limbs bigger than me are littering the driveway and landscaping.  Oh, it’s scary all right.  Scary that I have to go fix that mess. 
Maybe we’ll turn it into a family activity.  The boys are pretty good about helping if it involves being outside.  Who am I kidding?  There are puddles to be splashed in and mud to be stirred.  Looks like I’ll be going it alone.

Monday, October 10, 2011

The one with the camera.

            It’s well-known that I love a camera.  Any kind of camera.  I love pictures.  I love videos.  I never delete any of them.  Even the terrible ones where every single person is looking the other way or has their eyes closed.  I have a plethora of external hard drives overflowing with pictures.  Oh, and did I mention that I like to be the one who snaps them?
But being a camera hog (okay, and a picture hoarder) has one big downfall: I am hardly ever in the pictures I amass.  So last week on our Disney Cruise, I forced my mom and dad to walk all over the ship and take pictures of me.  Not by myself of course, but of the whole family.  We have only a handful of photos since Crews was born that include all four of us and even fewer of just the boys and I.  So after two early evenings of dragging the kids around, I’m happy to say we got some shots.  Notice I didn't say they were all good.
I love this one.  And they aren't even looking at the camera.

Not such a great shot of me, but gotta love Crews' Captain Morgan pose.

Yet again, not looking at the camera...

He won't scoot close to me and his eyes are almost closed.  Awesome.

STILL not looking at the camera and there's a huge phone in the pic.

Too much flash.


Oh well.  I’m still grateful for the memories.