Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree

Cleaning pictures off the camera and I was reminded of a glorious apple picking day this fall. 

I thought I'd share some them. 



In my next life, I'll live in an apple orchard.



The Father of my Children....the Milkman??

If you are in the grocery store and happen to be browsing the dairy aisle, check out the product shown below.

Next turn the carton around and take a close look at the man fondly stroking the bovine. 

Does he look familiar? 

 I believe he does.  The only difference is that my husband has never been that close to a cow.  I do believe Horizon Milk employs my spouse's doppelganger. 

Strange occurrences so close to All Hallows Eve.  Coincidence?  I think not.

Calling All Parents....

Seeking parental advice for the best way to respond to 7 year old screams of "you don't care about me" and the zinger, "you hate me."

Gheez.  They really know how to get to you, don't they?

Any input appreciated.

Say Click...Take a Pic (Diego Reference- fyi)

As for standing in direct line of the college photographer at Homecoming.....in the words of my nieces' friend, Eowyn, "Well played."  Check us out here.

What in the world??

Apparently Will thinks that Toy Story Woody's hat should serve another purpose. 

How do they come up with these things?? 

Get Your Tissues Ready

Below is a drawing that Ethan did of his Mom and Dad. 

Here's the kicker....wait for it.....he glued our hands together.  Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Hot Blooded

One of the hardest parts of being a parent is recognizing the traits of yourself that you dislike the most in your child.  I was reminded of this the other day as Ethan, affected by his lack of lunch, was very angry and yelled at his brother, friends and mother. 

"Go away I want to be alone," I was told when I tried to talk to him afterwards.  He eventually came around and we did talk about it discussing the positive ways to relieve the anger inside.  Seems we just can't remember those in the moment! 

I come from a long list of hot heads from my father to my father's father.  My dad would get so frustrated with things that he had a long list of recurrent cuss words to voice his agitation.  I feel like I struggle to keep my temper in tow.  I wish I was more even tempered, like my husband. 

I am still learning how to constructively voice my anger.  Unfortunately my oldest son will have to figure this out as well.