That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
-from “Sonnet 73” by William Shakespeare (1609)
So, as you can tell, I’m not that “regular” with the whole blogging thing just yet. I’m working on it, people.
Anyway.
It’s fall in Colorado… which means snow on leaves-still-hanging-on-trees, then 70 degree weather, then… you guessed it, more snow. I think the funniest part of fall weather here is what I like to call the “stubborn snow”: the stuff (usually on the north side of homes) that just will not melt no matter what the current temperature. I have witnessed my boys more than once already this season making (and throwing) snowballs out of the stubborn white stuff… wearing only short-sleeved shirts, shorts, and Crocs. It’s our fifth autumn here, and I’m still having a hard time getting used to that. But the boys OBVIOUSLY love it. And I greatly prefer it to the perpetual rain or ridiculous humidity of places we lived in the past (although the people in those places — you know who you are! — BY FAR made up for the weather!).
For the fifth year in a row, we waited for the majority of our second major storm to melt before we made the attempt to rake all the leaves in the yard (because, as I mentioned before, most of the leaves are still on the trees when the first storm hits… and we’re NOT about to clear the yard twice. Come on now.). Then Hubby piled up all the leaves, and POOF: instant boy fun.
Jonah clearly doesn’t mind the mess. And yes, he’s still wearing his church clothes. Sigh.
Boden (the one who hates getting dirty) won’t jump in for anything. This is as far as we could coax him into the pile.
He conceded to a group Starr-men shot only when Daddy sacrificed his own cleanliness so Bode could lay on top of him. Seriously, this was the only thing that would work. Too funny, that kid.
Sweet baby Annie looked so cute in her little leaf dress (LOVE her!)…
… and she and Mommy got in some good cuddle time while the boys romped in the leaf piles…
… until we tried to pose her for a pic, and like a true Starr baby, she screamed her head off the instant her little tushy made a leaf crackle.
Kind of reminds me of #2 at the same age (circa Fall 2007).
Hilarious.
Happy fall, everyone!
Bode, our extremely active, human juggernaut of a child, took one look at the “orangen” bicycle in the basement (Jonah outgrew it last year) and decided that he, too, could ride like “Bubby”. Not surprisingly, it didn’t take him long to figure it out.
And Jonah, our oldest, has at last realized that he can do a lot of his schoolwork by himself. Case in point, his math problem worksheets.
Starrchasers 