Usually that’s the phrase that follows my three-year-old as he tromps from one room to the next. These days, it’s a pretty accurate description of all of us.
This guy can’t get off the ground fast enough. Anytime he hears his big brother pipe up, he starts wiggling like mad. Got a pretty good idea we won’t be able to catch him once he’s actually mobile.
Halloween was a bit of a bust for us this year. Big Brother caught his first preschool round of croup that week and promptly passed it on to R2, so we spent the evening enjoying the other trick-or-treaters.
We attempted costumes but…
And not to be outdone…
John, of course, is hard at work. The project is finally coming to an end, which means he has to be on site pretty much every waking hour (and often the not-so-waking hours; they keep moving him back to night shift).
For me, it means wrangling these hooligans while simultaneously attempting to pack boxes faster than this guy can unpack them.
I’m also working my way through an extensive To-Be-Read pile, in an attempt to unload some of my books before we have to rent them their own U-Haul truck.
I hope you all are having a great week. After an unseasonably warm November, we’re finally due for the first snow of the year tonight.
It was nice while it lasted!