Wake me up when September ends...

September was a month I'd really like to forget...

The start of school and daycare brought about tons of tears, nosebleeds, fights with other kids, and my very first speeding ticket ($160)!  

However...slowly but surely, as everyone assured us it would...it has gotten better.  

Wanna see my sweet boys for yourself?  

Twinkle Twinkle little Dar

Do, Dre, Me, Fall, So, La, Dee, Do!

Cutest cereal eater ever

brotherly love

My Boys.  The chaos from them is insane.  But they are so darn cute.

This wasn't staged.  Pinky promise.

 They decorated their own "Christmas tree" this morning.

 It kept them busy long enough to drink my coffee while it was still hot.

 Hudson taught Devin how to blow milk bubbles.  It's reasons like this that Devin thinks his brother is so cool.

Brothers.  I hope they've always got each other's back.

Devin

Devin. My car-loving, truck-obsessed, stubborn, stubborn boy, who (kinda like his mama) is really kind hearted, but also has a nasty mean streak. Poor Second Child has noticeably less posts, pictures, and videos of him compared to his older brother. I have to try to even it up.

I came into the room to find Devin watching TV on the dog.

Nothing beats a warm, furry pillow.

a lesson in static electricity

He got his first haircut. Doesn't he look super handsome?

How everyone should eat a cupcake...with gusto!

Sweet, stubborn, smiley, Stinker.

a birthday & burnt eyelashes

Devin turned two! And seeing as our life always seems a tad more chaotic, crazy, and colorful than most other families...it's not that surprising this would happen...

It never occured to us, to warn our 2 year old that fire is burning hot. We kinda (wrongly) assumed it was obvious. Poor little guy burnt some of his beautiful eyelashes...smelled like burnt hair for a while in the room...but a few minutes later he was ready to continue with the cake.

Never a dull moment in this house.

Don't hate me because I look less tired...

Got a long overdue haircut. The hairdresser told me I looked "less tired" afterward. Ummm...backhanded compliment? Anyway, I don't love it...but honestly I very rarely love a haircut. The hairdresser asked me if I would donate my hair to make wigs for cancer (she calculated that she cut off about 11 inches!). So not only do I look less tired, but I feel good for helping a good cause.

We played today. A morning of being silly. An afternoon of getting snowy. A supper of Spiro's Supersub (a Montreal delicacy).

Please excuse the mess...my children and I are busy making memories.

Good thing they're cute...

Cuz...none of them listen.