Holly Dazzle

I know the two boys are looking off but still good and definitely looking at this picture puts me in the mood for Holidays.

The next shot is a funny one of us plugging our ears, mocking the Littlest. He was waiting for the fireworks. I kept telling him the fireworks were coming and it was the only thing that kept him still in the stroller not trying to arc his back out of it and running away. The boy, to say he's got energy, well, that's putting it lightly. I know. All kids have energy, whatever, shut up Jenn, get over it, but let me tell you, his is at a level that is concerning. If you let him out of the stroller and put him down, he'd run for five minutes as fast as he could never looking back. Scary. It's more like obstinence intertwined with energy laced with indignance. We're in big fat trouble people. So I kept saying, "the fireworks are coming, they're about to start!" and he'd sit as still as we've ever seen him plugging his ears. Fibbing? Yes. Fibbing to your child? Double yes. Necessary? In my mind, yeppers. Anyway, it won't let me put it here below so it's the first picture above. Very nice night. Not what we expected, no ice skating, but still the kids had an ok time.

Jenn