Seating arrangements

The other night Weston was trying to figure out how to talk Daddy into letting him sit in the recliner.  Unfortunately after a long day of work, Daddy wouldn't budge, so Wes had to come up with his own version.

Tyge too has been looking for a good place to rest his tush, and I don't think the toy bin was doing much for him. 

Grandma to the rescue!  Two large boxes showed up at the door today.  Birthday presents that came early, but in my opinion they came just in time....perfect solution to our "lack of kid friendly seating" problem. 

Glad I stopped on the way home today to rent some movies too, because life can't get much better than this for these two kids.  Fish sticks and mac & cheese for dinner, warm bath, fuzzy jammies, comfy chairs and Cars 2 on the TV!

Can't think of a good title for this post....

....just some random pics of the boys.

"What mess?"

"another picture mom?"

"Oreo, what Oreo?"

Ride'em Cowboy!

Ready for bed....got my sousha, water and cow pillow.

Yummy Olives!

Loving the new bunk beds....so much he couldn't wait for me to put sheets on the top bunk.

Halloween

Ok, so it's been 12 days, I guess I better post some Halloween pictures and tell you about the night.  It started out with some pre-trick or treating pizza.  

And then we were off....one of our first stops was to see our friend Monica.  Then we did looped around the block.  About 3/4 of the way into it Weston was tired out and wanted to go home.  Probably because for the first half of the night he ran to each door. 

 And the winner is......

 .....Giraffe costume!  I really thought he was going to be a turtle until I realized that you couldn't put him in his car seat or stroller with a big shell on his back.

And did you figure out what Weston's costume was?  He was a fly fisherman...here he is with his pole that he refused to touch until the next morning (when he then didn't want to put down).  He also refused pictures all night, so that's why other than a couple action shots, I have nothing but pictures of his hands trying to cover the lens.