Mr. Handsome

One of my favorite all time pictures is one of my younger brother, Kevin, about 2 years old, his mouth smeared with my mom's lipstick (probably Revlon's Toasted Raisin or something).  He looks like a drunk hobo in the picture, which still makes me laugh when I see it.

Enter this:

I was scrubbing the shower when Brixton came in and informed me, "I'm handsome."  Well.  If you say so sir.

 I really don't know where he got those poses.  100% him. 

Autumn Fest

We went to Fall Fest at Peck Farm last weekend.  It was kind of a last minute decision, but one I knew that I would regret if we didn't go.  Going to anything fall-fest/apple-picking/pumpkin-patch during this time of year feels like a must.  Especially because the Farmer's Almanac has predicted a bitterly cold and snowy winter this year.  (Bring it on,  I say.)

The fest featured a petting zoo, a milking station, a hay pile, a jumpy house, food, and a raffle.  We got to pet calves and a big ol' mama cow.  I always forget how large cows are until I'm standing right next to one.  The calves?  To die for.  Big brown eyes. Eyelashes for miles.  I loved them.  Brixton was terrified. 

I honestly didn't realize the hay patch was going to be quite this much fun.  Brixton loved throwing hay in people's faces and let me tell you, he has quite an arm. Let's put a baseball in that hand and get him pitching--that would be our luck--our son becomes a MLB player.  We hate baseball. 

As it happened, we met up with one of Brixton's best friends--Cade--and his little sister Lilah, who Brixton tolerates right now, but I have a feeling in 12 years someone's going to have a crush on someone else. (Back off Lilah, he's mine. Ha ha.) 

It might look like Brixton has Cade over a barrel with the hay, but don't be fooled.  Not only is Cade completely potty trained, he has been walking almost since birth and recently returned from climbing Mt. Fuji in Japan.  All this means that Cade is outrageously physically talented and is obviously just being a good friend by letting Brixton think he's tough. 

Look at that follow-through on the throw!!   Cha-ching!

 *Almost* can't see my shoes

Another reason Cade is such a good friend?  He shares his one and only lollipop.  Even when Brixton was getting more than a little aggressive. 

Despite his obvious skepticism, Brixton did have fun on the pony ride. 

It was just suggested they hold hands.  It's amazing how susceptible 2 year olds are to being caught in pictures that will only embarrass them later.  Still, it was adorable, especially how they took it very seriously and wouldn't let go, even if they got tangled and twisted around, they figured it out.

The day was a hit.  Brixton crashed around 2:30, just in time for me to enter the raffle and win a family portrait session with a photographer with a much better camera than mine.  I was really excited...until I read the fine print that they will only let us have one picture and one pose.  Wow, how generous. 

*Reality*

Pajamas on rainy days match perfectly with reheated cups of coffee and sloth.  (The deadly sin, not the ever slowly moving animal).  Summer just started and it's already over..that's how I feel anyway.  It was the quickest, coolest summer I can remember.  But fall is coming and that's good news, especially since I'm big on boots and skinny jeans right now.

We are (still) waiting for word on if we got our short sale house or not.  I'm hopeful.  The bank counter-offered and we then counter-offered them somewhere in the middle.  That and a very friendly letter penned by yours truly are all we have going for us.  I will be pretty sad if we don't get the house.  And I know all about "it wasn't the right one" or "God has something better for you", but in this moment, without hindsight, I can say quite definitely that I will be sad, before Hope once again breaks like the sunrise in the morning. (Can you see it?)

You know what else has me feeling sad right now?  Fruit flies.  Fruit-freakin-flies.  Like all over my kitchen, buzzing around all stealth while eating at the table, swimming in my drink.  You might think that since I am the one with the biggest brain between us I could figure out how to get rid of these things, but to that count the fly is beating me badly.  I did a top down clean of my kitchen this morning, bleached the drain, cleaned out the fruit bowl, am trying to catch them with a mixture of dish soap and apple cider vinegar...and while I have proudly killed about 15...they seem to multiple as fast as I can get to them.

Brixton started school last week and I'm all YEAH!!!! about it.  He brought home his first craft yesterday and I'm pretty sure we have an art genius over here.  (Even though I'm convinced his teacher did 99% of the work).  I sold his highchair on Craigslist over the weekend, a feat that made me shed tears.  Lots of tears.  I remember buying that chair and putting him in it 2 years ago--he was so small--I was cracking up.  Even the $100 cash money didn't make the tears stop.

This post was just interrupted by a squirrel crying outside.  I thought it was hurt or lost so I went to investigate and can I tell you I had a quick flash of hope that I would have to nurse the squirrel back to health and then we would do this:

c/o

 It turned out to be fine. (sigh)

 This has nothing to do with anything.  I just thought it was cute. I SOOO hope I can jam that hat on his head again this winter.  

And finally, I leave you with this:

not my image, but it linked to ad spam..wah wah