Monday, September 7, 2009

Sons1234

It had been many, many moons since all the boys were last together.  First order of business was to try out the blow gun Son2 brought Son3 for his birthday.
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Notice the long, red band on the blow gun:
DO NOT INHALE DART!
Scary.


This was a photo op for Mom.
Okay, Mom sees all things as photo ops.


The children let their C-gene bubble up.
Clown op.


SugarPlum made a cake.


And iced it.


When it was time to leave, she made a last stop in the powder room and opened the linen cabinet to see if Purrle was still napping inside.  She whacked herself in the head with the corner of the door and needed a cold compress.


Of course, she always takes a little something away with her, and this time, it was a little homegrown pumpkin...


...and the magical stick-tight compress.

[Kinda looks like there might have been a bit of brain damage.  No, wait.  I think it's just that C-gene again.]


God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.  Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.  Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.  The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.  ~Psalms 46:1-3, 10-11

2 comments:

Annie T. said...

My, my what handsome boys you have!! BUT, I'm not sure how smart they are!! Why are the majority of people standing OPPOSITE of Son3 who, I might add, is proposing to shoot a BLOW GUN in their direction!!! ;0)

Annie T. said...

Oh yeah....love the "stick-tight compress" smathered on Plum's forehead!!! HAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! :0)