Pretty Boys Eat Pancakes

As of late we've been eating pancakes for breakfast Sunday mornings. For obvious reasons this new tradition is rather popular - you see they are freaking delicios. Besides the fact, our boys can get their fill eating them without too much mess. Ah, but this is if we manage to get the batter made and onto the grill without incident.



We have have dozens of pictures with our kids covered in all kinds of food (and non food items) mushed into their hair, all over their face, and chest. This is somewhat cute when it is contained in a high-chair, where if worse comes to worse I can take the whole unit out back (sometimes with child attached) and squirt it off with the hose. This cuteness goes right out the window when the batter doesn't have the chance to be cooked into fluffy things to put syrup on, and get poured out on children wearing their Sunday best.

With all the batter incidents before church, red-colored Swedish-fish and blue-raspberry lolly incidents during and after church, when we otherwise make it through church with our boys still pretty enough to take a picture - we take the opportunity to do so.

カラオケ Party!

What happens when you put my siblings and I together in a room with a karaoke machine [カラオケ機]? Well, have you ever seen someone completely loose all inhabition? Here I am with Rob singing "Funky Town" robot style:



ハッピ・ハッピな遊びですよ！ It's Happy Happy Fun!

一緒に遊ぼう？ Let's Play Together!

チョウかっこういい！You're Super Cool!

Pumpkin Carving

The fall breeze makes leaves and little boys shiver at night. The glory of our garden has been reduced to frosted heaps of leaves and rotting pulpy fruit. This is the season for carving pumpkins.

As most little boys do, Ammon has developed a fascination for snakes, Spiders, and all creepy crawly slithering things. Because Jarom was preoccupied with throwing old apples at our neighbor's dog, and Elias was perfectly content with putting leaves and pumpkin pieces in his mouth, my brother and I decided to carve whatever Ammon wanted.

My brother Jake carved a hebi (snake) in his pumpkin, and I made a spider out of mine.

Monica, in homage to all the delicate things which fall by the wayside as the harshness of winter approaches, carved a butterfly into her pumpkin. As my sister's name implies, Summer is connected to the seasons, and this may have lead her to carve the harvest moon in her pumpkin. Summer's husband Rob payed his respects to the King of Halloween, Jack Skellington with his pumpkin.

After cleaning the stringy orange pulp off our hands, we came in for a plate of grinning Oreos and bowls of frighteningly minty ice cream.