Just the Two of Us

With the sounds of combines and tractors all around us... I know that fall is definitely underway. 

We only have carrots left in our main garden and popcorn left to pick.  It feels like I just sowed the seeds yesterday.  The image of my husband and the boys carefully sowing seeds is still fresh in my mind.
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Sundays are always busy.  Getting everyone ready for church, Sunday school, and then whatever else the hubby has planned. 

Last Sunday,  Aaron wanted to head to Inspiration Peak.  I could tell how important this was for him.  His grandpa used to take him and his siblings there when they were younger (and I have never ventured there.)  So, we planned a short trip with the boys.

There was only one problem... the boys wanted to do their own thing... go their own way. 

I found myself torn.  Do we force this on them??? Or do we allow them to go to a cousins home and a grandmas home. 

We ultimately--- and reluctantly--- let them do what they wanted.  Noah went to a cousins and Abram went to grandmas.

Aaron and I returned home after church, alone.  "We could work on landscaping," I said.

"It can wait.  Let's go... just the two of us," Aaron responded.  When is the last time I went anywhere with him---- alone?

So we made the road trip, just him and I.  And I am so glad we did.  It allowed us to reconnect... after weeks of just seeing each other in passing.  We needed this.

We hiked together and played like teenagers.

I see you:)

He waited patiently while I messed around with my camera.  Climbing in brush where no climbing was allowed to get some fall photos.

After a few hours, we were to back to real life.  But, I am so glad we took a break.

Trouble... With a Captial T

There is only one thing that comes to mind when I look at these photos....

Trouble (with a capital "T" of course.)  No other words come to mind.

The First Day of School

I bounded into the boys room, feeling like Nemo saying, "It's the first day of school- the first day of school!"

The only response was a few weak groans from the bottom of the bunk bed (yes- they still sleep together, in a twin bed... their choice.)

So then I lapsed into Donkey's song from one of the Shrek's, "Good morning, good morning, hey there sun is shining through... good morning, good morning to you and you and you."

That at least got the response, "Stop mom--- your annoying."  There is only one brother who would mutter those words.

Finally, they peeled themselves out of bed and drug themselves downstairs. 

A first day of school is never complete without a few minor fights, the smoke alarms going off- over burnt toast, and cat puke on the steps. 

 

 

 

 

But after walking them to their classrooms and helping them put their stuff in their desks, I realized that I actually have a good feeling about this school year. Usually I do not look forward to parent meetings and IEP's and meetings about meetings.  For the first time ever, I can actually say 'bring it on!'

After Abram came home from school, we snuggled up on the couch and muttled through a little homework.  He whispered, "I wish I was still in school... I love my teacher."  There was no struggling to get his back brace on, he just did it.  Noah is sharing a locker with his best friend.  What more could we ask for?