Thankful wishes

Update

Really? How does a little boy dressed as a pilgrim singing about being thankful for his health, home, family, and you and me not make you smile from ear to ear and truly think about all we have to be grateful for this Thanksgiving?

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Thanksgiving was wonderful this year! My mom sets the tone with the house immaculate, dinner table set to perfection (how cute are the place cards?), and lots of little surprises that makes the day so special (see Dax's chocolate covered turkey rice krispie treat-YUM!). The food was great, the company was perfect (except for missing the Chiara's) and the kids had their own table! It couldn't be any better! I am so thankful for my wonderful family!

a green apple story

Yesterday I found Dax like this.

Laying on his back. On the kitchen table. Eating an apple.

“Precious”, I thought. He looked so cute and comfortable and completely at ease. What a joy it must be to lounge across the top of a table, eat an apple, daydream about life, and having no worries in the world. Life is pretty simple for a little boy. Not too much to worry about….

Well, except for maybe the biter of a little brother you are constantly running and hiding from and crying to mom when he does happen to get you and yelling through your tears that, “Wyatt ‘broke’ my arm!”

Yes, other than those little fiascoes, life is pretty simple.

I couldn’t help capture the moment and take these pictures as he sat munching on his apple rattling off funny little things about school, how eating healthy is important and all that he was going to tell his daddy when he got home.

He kinda surprised me when he matter of factly said, “apple started with an 'a'" and then drew one in the air with his index finger. "He’s growing up so fast" I thought.

And then he said, “An apple a day, keeps the doctor away.” Don’t ask me where he heard that one, but that surprised me too.

But who I ask you, does biting into 4 different apples and putting them back in the fruit bowl keep away?

Hmmm, maybe no one. Just a loud neon warning to mom for being so silly as to actually leave unattended food at the table as a festive center piece rather than tightly concealed.

Good thing I swapped out that Halloween bowl. We might have been to the doctor after all.

Halloween

The typical bad boy does what he wants when he wants to do it, regardless of what anyone else thinks. He's a little cocky, a little arrogant and has a major swagger. He's independent and confident and not very nice.

My bad boys may possess a few of those qualities (mainly the part where they do what they want), but on the other hand, they are adorable and sweet and love their mama.

Thank goodness! I don't want to raise real bad boys, I just think they are cute.

Dax wouldn't tell you he was a bad boy for Halloween. I made the mistake of saying it once and he said, "No, I'm a goooood boy". And he's right; he is a good boy. Apparently the official name of their costumes were "biker dudes" who acted very "cool". At least that's the story he gave his pre-school teacher who then passed that along to me. She may or may not have also said that he played the part very well too until she asked him if he was "too cool" to play with blocks and he dropped the act in a flash.

What a fun Halloween! The boys had so much fun trick or treating around the neighborhood.

I think I'll do this coordinating costume thing as long as they let me!