Most afternoons, I'm sprawled out with these two, taking a much needed nap. When I'm not, it's because I had to go to class... boring, useless, not worth the credit I need anyway class. I've passed through several hoops for school, still a few more to go, but I'm starting to feel confident I'm really going to make it to Nursing school on January second.
Here's a good one of the boys and my grandma and I reading. This is something we make a serious effort to do every night. My mom always read to me, and now I almost always read to the boys. The only nights they don't get stories from me is when daddy reads to them instead. Little Mushroom is more into eating books than listening to them yet, but sometimes he likes to sit with us anyway, and just stare raptly at his brother faces. He is growing and maturing amazingly fast, as most babies do.
Little mushroom (not so little anymore) has a definite preference for the meal time. He takes the usual amount of pleasure from grabbing the spoon and smearing rice cereal through his hair, on his ears, and anywhere else he can reach. And, if you've never had the distinct pleasure of trying to get baby rice cereal out of your eyebrows and arm hairs... well you really just haven't lived. What you can't get off immediately hangs around, showing up later looking for all the world like some kind of degenerative skin disease.
I'm going to have to cut this post lamentably short. Duty calls, Children are crying.
Well, here we are, picking out the perfect pumpkins to decorate our lovely home. The boys were so very excited about the 'pumpkin patch'. (Really just an older couple set up in the parking lot of the grocery store with their RV. No actual patch to walk though... but they did set up nice little picture taking opportunities all over the place.) Eli picked two mini pumpkins, Daddy picked the big one, Kaj got dibs on a nice little one, and of course I mostly just manned the camera.
The weather has been so utterly beautiful here, though perhaps a bit cold in the mornings. Lousy cold and damp this morning for my 16 mile run. Every Saturday morning that I get up early to basically torture myself by running about three mile further than my body wants me to go, I think... My God I must really have lost it. This is the value of training for marathons in groups. My teammates are keeping me honest. With six weeks left the end is in sight, so if I can just keep from injuring myself... 
I don't mean to sound down about the training, because it really is going well. I'm getting really excited about the race. I'm just a little worried about my left leg... it's stiffened up alarmingly. Perhaps a good night's sleep will do the trick. And no running tommorrow. Sixteen miles is enough for this weekend I think.
