Frightfully cute

We kept the boys up 45 minutes later than normal last night, with the hopes that they'd let us sleep in a little this morning (is 7 a.m. too much to ask??), but it backfired big-time when they were up at 6:15 and cranky as all get-out. They basically flung themselves all over the living room, spending approximately 20 seconds in any one location before they would get fussy and need to be distracted with something else.



Hot shot Reid... doesn't he look proud of himself?

 

Grant

Grant again

Seriously, why do we bother with the babyproofing??



Grant

I fully expect them to be swinging from the ceiling fan and jumping off the mantel by Christmas.

Poor Reid is covered in a rash from what we now know was roseola (exactly what Grant had 6 weeks ago). Their doctor said it doesn't itch or burn, but judging from his mood this weekend, I'm not sure I believe her.

In an effort to keep the whining at bay until naptime, Ryan had the brilliant idea to bust out some kitchen goodies to entertain them. Success!

Reid... who LOVES to carry things around in his mouth like a puppy

Grant

Grant has an alfalfa thing going on

Our wood floors will never be the same. They are dented, dinged, scratched and scuffed from measuring cups, spoons and all manner of baby toys.

And we wouldn't have it any other way.

A weekend at home

It wouldn't be the weekend if I didn't post some wagon pictures, right?? Ryan played in (and won!) a golf tournament on Saturday, so the boys and I were on our own for awhile. Reid was extra cranky sensitive, so I fell back on the surefire way to cheer him up: a loooong wagon ride.

It was pretty chilly here this morning, and with Reid just getting over his fever I didn't want to take any risks, so I bundled them up like it was 20 below and off we went.

Remember how I just posted about them taking toys away from each other constantly? Here's photographic evidence of a theft in progress:

Wagon rides really are their most favorite thing in the whole wide world.

Every time we stopped for pictures, I was so, so thankful the wagon had seatbelts. I have no doubt they would bail out if they could. As it is, they lean so far over the sides that I'm afraid I'll run over their fingers if their arms get any longer.

Here's Mr. Sensitive Reid, who thankfully has been fever-free since Friday afternoon:

And Grant, whose expression in these first two pictures I will remember for as long as I live. He makes this face -- an all-out, eyes-disappearing, make-your-cheeks-hurt grin -- at least 100 times a day, and I melt every single time.

This afternoon we have our neighborhood Halloween party, and the boys can't wait to show off their costumes. Here's a sneak peek from Friday night -- we were outside swinging and I wanted something to keep their heads warm, so I grabbed the hats to their costumes since they were nearby.

Stay tuned for the official unveiling!

Real men wear pink

Reid and Grant would like to lodge a complaint. Sometimes, when they don't have any plans, their mom makes them wear the pink bibs from the multicolor unisex (or not?) pack she got before they were born, just so she can save the "good bibs" for when they're going out in public.

And they are NOT happy about it.

Reid

Grant



Reid

Reid was so distraught that Grant devised a plan to free him from the pink albatross.

And then Grant got tired of helping and decided to use his brother as a pull-up tool instead.

But that didn't go over so well either.

I would like to tell you that Grant made it all better with a kiss to his brother's forehead...

But that would be a lie. What this picture actually shows is an attempted biting.

Wasn't I just talking about brotherly love??

Family meeting

Just before bathtime tonight, the male Wolfs held an impromptu family meeting in the kitchen.

Clearly I am outnumbered.