It's November. Opening day of deer season is tomorrow (!!). Thanksgiving is less than a week away.
Nate had the nighttime pukies earlier this week. Except for the time of day (3 AM!), it's actually pretty easy for me. Nate's what I like to call a "champion puker". Does he deserve a medal or an award for his skill? Perhaps. But I call him that because he is the only kid I know to treat throwing up like some grand adventure. The other night he came excitedly into my room and said "Mommy! I just puked ALL OVER! Come look!" He then regaled his father with a tale of his early morning pukings as if he had just fought a pivotal battle in a war. The kid throws up, gets it out of his system and then carries on. No crying, no fuss, no drama. All day he was fine and then at night he'd have an episode. Bizarre, I tell you. But at least I'm lucky with his sort of simple ease. Champion. See?
Alex has fallen comfortably into those Troublesome Three's everyone talks about. He has piss and vinegar running through his veins. Sweet and charming one second, and evil and rotten the very next! Love him to death but man, three is a challenging age!
I've been doing big things (for me anyway!) and marking things off my bucket list at record speed (OK, so that's an exaggeration, but progress is something!) :) I'll talk more about that after our big hunting weekend (wherein I'll hopefully have photos of me with my big buck to share!) :)
Until then, enjoy a camera phone photo (or two) of my sweet boys (since that's all I have at my disposal right now):
