Partly because I am pregnant, partly because I have ADD, partly because I seem to harbor dislike for complete orderliness, I don't keep our family pictures in any coherent manner. I take the pictures, they hang out on the camera for a while, sometimes I print one or two good ones. Then they hang in the file for a while. If I am super ambitious, I scrapbook them. (to let you know how ambitious I have been lately, the last time I actually got my stuff out to scrapbook, my youngest wasn't even conceived yet...)
So I think ya'll should feel particularly lucky that you get to witness some of my real life randomness from the past few months...
So, let's start with Wyatt's 4th Birthday. He asked for a jungle party. I asked for the weekend off. My husband has been doing some long distance training/classes for his job, and it takes me a while to recover from him being gone a whole week at a time. (Yep. I am a wimp when it comes to that. I admit it and am not ashamed of it.)
Therefore, when Wyatt asked for a jungle party, I decided to convince him that the zoo would be just as much fun. Lucky for me, he is still suggestible. So my suggestion of the National Zoo for the day and cake when we got home was taken with a hearty "YES!"
So here we are at the beginning. And when I say we, you will have to trust that I was there, because I don't get my picture taken. Ever.

Some random animals we saw; a funky bird with a multicolored head. These two birds, nesting and carefully guarding a nest. Except they were both female. Poor things. So confused. And, of course, no trip to National Zoo is complete without a Giant Panda sighting.



Here are the three olders, not tired at all, even after like an hour and half traipsing around...

Then it was back home for cake and ice cream. Actually, he had an ice cream cake. There is no cake in those. So the title is a tad misleading. We had ice cream. With chocolate crunchy thingies inside. It was really good.

Here is Mason, getting ready for cake. Apparently by practicing some "Saturday Night Fever" poses...

Truett, pretty happy about the prospect of cake too...

Getting ready to wish...

Please don't spit on the cake. Please. If you do, Mommy can't eat any.

Happily there was minimal spit.
And finally, the birthday boy, melancholy because his day was coming to a close:

Mason played flag football again. He always has a good time, and Daddy was coach again:

He played QB, which was, I guess a controversial thing. He is an ok QB, he throws well, but there was a mom who voiced her utter disgust with my husband's decision (late in the season, I might add. It wasn't as if he decided from practice one that our son was to be the QB, lol) and how it was clear that he was using this team to create his own little star, and went on to berate my son (who is 7 by the way!) on his performance. Good thing my son doesn't read emails. He has no idea he lost the last couple of games for his team. (read heavy sarcasm here, please)

Trust me, if this mom knew anything about my husband and I's parenting/kid's sports philosophy, she would know that we couldn't care less about making any of our kids stars in any sport. Our parenting goals are a lot more eternal.
Mason also did his first one mile run at his school. He was going to do his second one on Halloween, but it didn't work out this year. He was bummed, but he gets to do one on Thanksgiving, so he isn't too upset.
Anyhoo, back to his first run: he placed second. Which for someone who hasn't run a competitive race before and was wearing the complete wrong shoes for the event, was spectacular. Actually, he was in first place for almost the whole race, but he lost some ground at the very end, and another boy won.
Beginning of race, all smiles:

Waiting to start. Again with the pseudo "Saturday Night Fever" pose. Or maybe it is supposed to be "Power Rangers"? Who knows? He hasn't seen either, ever, so where he picked it up is beyond me!

My husband advised him to start slow, keep a steady pace. Apparently, Mason thought that meant "sprint for a mile" because here is his start:

Beginning:

Middle:

And end:

Then, the second place boy overtakes him (this was literally the last few steps of the race):



Can you see that look of disbelief and anguish in that last picture? Poor guy!
But he remained positive, and he got a medal!

You may be wondering at this point where the pictures of Elias are. He is in some of the group ones, but he has had a hard time adjusting to Kindergarten. (read: he has completely been misbehaving and has had a ton of privileges taken away.) So it isn't that we are ignoring him, but he hasn't gotten to do as many extra things as his brothers until he learns his behavior is what earns the good life.
For instance, you will notice that he is missing a Halloween costume later. Parenting sucks sometimes. It means you have to be a bad guy. A lot.
Ok, so here we are, finally at Halloween.
Truett was a bumblebee. He looked pretty cute walking around in that costume. So cute, a lot of people mistook him for a girl. I guess Daddy went as a guy who had 2 days off of work before Halloween night and decided not to shave for that time period...

Wyatt was an astronaut. I can't find a good picture of him, he was hiding the whole time.
Like I said, Elias lost his Halloween privilege, so he wasn't allowed to dress up. he came to help me at our church's Fall Festival. But he had the best Jack O'Lantern this year:

Mason was a skeleton:

Of course, it was raining on Halloween, so when he got home, he looked more like Robert Smith from The Cure.
And here are all my sweets before Trick Or Treating:

Hope you all are having a great Fall. It truly is my favorite time of year!