Mommy, I want to rake!

The other day after I picked up the boys from school, T had a request. He wanted to rake. Why? Well, to put the leaves in a pile to play in of course! So, rake we did. And he had a blast. He kept insisting the pile wasn't big enough, so I had to bury him, just to prove that it was (and to keep my hands from blistering).

He lost interest in the pile pretty quickly, but we played outside some more. Doesn't he look sweet and vulnerable and beautiful in this picture? It's the un-posed pictures that best capture our boys. He was explaining a game they had played that day at school. It's pictures like these that remind me that he really is just a little boy.

Then, he had to play in the leaves some more. It's a good thing it was bath night, because I found leaves in places they ought not be.

F woke up, and wanted to join in the fun. Yes, he's barefoot. The school took his shoes off for a craft involving bare feet and green paint and it was 78 degrees out. So sue me.

He chased T's soccer ball all over the yard. He's this close to walking, but I don't think we're going to get there before his first birthday Thursday. That's OK by me though. He's slower on the ground.
Much fun was had by all. If we didn't exactly help Ry rake, we did make a few areas in the yard that will need a bit less raking. Maybe not. But we definitely had fun.