Pictures and The Princess Bride
Let's be honest: I've fallen off the blogging band wagon. So my goal for today was to write something, anything, on here. And as luck would have it, I think it's mostly going to be captions for a massive amount of pictures. So let's get this done!
Incidentally, the Man and I watched The Princess Bride this weekend, and I threatened to do a post that consisted solely of Princess Bride quotations. I don't really plan to follow through with that, but…don't be surprised if a couple random bits pop up.
"Are all these children yours? Gracious, you have been productive." <--Name that quote. And no, it's not from The Princess Bride.
Littles took on a friend of ours with pugil sticks. He's a natural.
See? Jonathan didn't rig this at all...
My mom is the best Skype picture taker ever. She loves to take pictures of me and the kids while we're eating breakfast and then send them to us. Normally, I'm super grateful to see pictures of my bleary eyed, bed-headed, pre-coffee self, but then she sent me this picture, and I suddenly became glad for her trigger finger and the Little Man's inability to get through breakfast without Skyping with Neni.
Incidentally, for those of you who can't tell the difference, that's Bee, not Bruiser. Pajamas are equal opportunity in our family.
The boys are starting the twins early with the lego mania.
"Beautiful, isn't it? It took me half a life time to invent it."
"The chocolate coating makes it go down easier. But you have to wait fifteen minutes for full potency. And you can't go swimming after for at least an hour."
"I challenge you to a battle of wits."
"Oh my sweet Wesley! What have I done?" (I'm sorry, Bruiser. I couldn't help myself. It had to be done.)
"You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well. I accept!"
I am waiting for Vizzini! I mean, Daddy.
I confess that this post has just drowned itself in Princess Bride quotations. Also, I promise that Tiny was much happier once the Man got home, but this was his first day of the wonderful sick that proceeded to infect every single one of our children over the last two weeks.
Tell me those are not the cutest babies you have ever seen.
Next come twenty different gazillion pictures from the Little Man's pre-school graduation.
Bee was absolutely enthralled waiting for the ceremony to get rolling.
The Man is going to kill me for all of the following pictures of him, but it's just so much fun to be able to take pictures of him instead of just sending pictures to him. Plus, he makes Bruiser look good. And vice versa.
There's Littles getting his "diploma". The graduation was nautically themed--personally, I think those sailor caps are significantly more flattering than mortarboards.
There's our little graduate.
If we splice together this picture...
…and this picture, all of our family would be present. Minus Tiny's eyes and Bee's face, of course. Pictures are hard, man.
Bee to Bruiser: "It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise!"
Still Bee to Bruiser: You WILL hold my hand!
This is how the boys spent our rainy Memorial Day weekend. It was fantastic. Someone needs to tell me that my tent making skills are epic. I should list that on my resume.
This is how the Man spent his rainy Memorial Day weekend. He should list that on his resume.
It's been a wonderful five months with these rocker babies.
And evidently, it really wore them out.
Me too, guys, me too.
