Friday, September 24, 2010

My Boys

On a fine September afternoon, my oldest insisted on trying to fly his kite. Daddy was right there to help him with it. Unfortunately, the weather had a sense of humor and the wind ceased while the kite was out of storage. As soon as father and son were returned inside, curled up on the recliner, the wind picked up again.

Can you see why I love living here? That is the view I have daily.

And yes, that is my poor, pathetic garden. This year was a weedy bust.

I just love that long, blank stare my baby boy has before he drifts off to sleep. Binky-free now for 3 months, but he's found his fist and is working on getting that thumb to suckle on.

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