Saturdays

Now that central PA has finally thawed, our Saturdays are back to the all day sports-and-suckers fest we're used to.

All of Malcolm's off-season "tackle-wrestle" training in the basement has come in handy.  Not a bit afraid of getting a little physical:

(Post-goal fist-pump)

Suckers at half-time are now wholly expected.

Noah's still batting 1.000 in the coach pitch league.

(At this level, half the battle is beating your fellow in-fielders)

(obviously, Calvin has something to say...)

And here's what the field looks like at 9:30pm:

Lately

O*H*

*I*O

Good times at the Buckeye spring football game.

Mal turns 5

This crazy-eyed little guy turned 5 last month.  We sure love our car-racing, tower-building, violin-playing Malcolm.

Halloween '13

Well, lucky for me, the boys requested costume repeats this year.  I was more than happy to oblige. 

  As always, they managed to acquire an insane amount of candy.  So much so, it afforded them enough to allow for generous sentiments such as:

(little boy love letters are the best)

Theo enjoyed dressing up so much, he's decided it works year-round for him.  These are his puppy ears.  He wears them everywhere and, as "puppy", communicates only by barking and licking. 

shirts vs. skins

And this is what goes down at our house most nights:

The most recent battle/wrestling match last week may have left Malcolm with a broken foot.  

RB has chosen his field wisely.

competitor

Calvin has always been a bit on the competitive side. 

(he's the purple guy)

So, I probably shouldn't have been too surprised when I asked how his first orchestra rehearsal went to hear it in these terms:

"Well, I beat my stand partner two times and he beat me two times.  So it was a tie.  I talked to the coach after though, and told her I really like the songs she picked out."

 If only I knew where he gets this need to turn everything into a competition...