Obviously, I was suffering from post-BlogHer stress syndrome this week and couldn't manage to get a Wordless Wednesday post up. This is a condolence post for those of you who simply cannot go a week without scads of pictures of my beauteous kiddos. Hi, Dad!
Taking the kids to Sam's the day after returning from such a whirlwind trip was enough to put me on high blood pressure medicine. No joke! They may look sweet but these two are devil spawn. I blame Bob.
They're much easier to deal with when untethered in the wild. I got them this mini soccer goal set to try and wear them out. Roo likes the trash talking element of sports while Jasper prefers kicking balls into poison ivy. Score!
Sometimes Jasper likes to up his cuteness factor by getting as close as possible to any of our six cats. T. Rex is probably the most tolerant, although Chunk lets Roo lead him on a leash like a puppy. I think Rex feels like Jasper is his twin. They have very similar personalities, both wanting to be stroked and adored constantly. And both have crazy, sweaty bedhead.
One day, Jasper had sweet blondish flyaway curls (okay, there was a serious dreadlock thing going on in the back) and then suddenly…
…he is all grown up! Maybe he'll be able to keep up with that pesky Roo now. There's gonna be trouble, people.
The weather has been unusually mild since and I appreciate the reprieve since August in Kansas usually feels like living in a convection oven. It's been really great being able to hang out in the backyard without melting. Idyllic, even. Roo likes to blow bubbles and Jasper likes to chase them. It's really a win-win situation for me.
I love this sea bird that Bob made out of old license plates for the upcoming Horn Island show at MCA. Surprisingly graceful swaying from the crabapple tree.