As The Dry Leaves that Before the Wild Hurricane Fly
It was bone chilling cold this weekend, that kind of wind that seems to slice through your coat no matter how thick and bulky. But we had work to do. There was a lot of leaves that had just fallen from Isaac's oak tree and it was time for us to finish the fall yardwork.
While Bianca raked I played with the I-man and made us lunch on the camp fire, probably one last time in 2013 (my how time flies). It was our favorite--Annie's Organic Spagetthi-os. Nothing is better than fire roasted Spagetthi-os, right P-Pa? As I was doing that the I-man was hanging out with me by the fire and, on occasion letting one fly into the wind, i.e. peeing. Here he is, checking out his work:
He also enjoyed his tassle hat, seen here making him look like a cute little Swedish kid:
But that was not the best part of one of our final days pre-snow. It was sharing a meal with him under the fort at his picnic table. Here we are scarfing (and I mean scarfing) down the eats:
That's the kind of smile any Dad would love to see.
While Bianca raked I played with the I-man and made us lunch on the camp fire, probably one last time in 2013 (my how time flies). It was our favorite--Annie's Organic Spagetthi-os. Nothing is better than fire roasted Spagetthi-os, right P-Pa? As I was doing that the I-man was hanging out with me by the fire and, on occasion letting one fly into the wind, i.e. peeing. Here he is, checking out his work:
He also enjoyed his tassle hat, seen here making him look like a cute little Swedish kid:
But that was not the best part of one of our final days pre-snow. It was sharing a meal with him under the fort at his picnic table. Here we are scarfing (and I mean scarfing) down the eats:
That's the kind of smile any Dad would love to see.