Tag: 8th birthday

This is the last couple of hours where my boys are technically both 8. Today is London’s 9th birthday and on September 30th Boston turned 8. A gift that I mentally decided to give the boys was being on my phone less. Facebook, while fun, is a huge distraction for me. My iPhone takes pictures, easily, but doesn’t provide me with the quality I’d like to archive long-term.

I have a really nice camera which I splurged on but haven’t really used it. It is pretty stupid. I have 4 beautiful children and a gorgeous jeep. The season is autumn and the leaves are gorgeous.

So this afternoon I handed the boys specific colored shirts to contrast with each other but also to celebrate the season. I like the fall, I think just about everyone I know would pick this as their favorite season.

New England definitely has prettier foliage than Colorado but it is still beautiful here. I haven’t spent an Autumn in Colorado since 2005 when London was born at our home in Colorado Springs.

Here are my “Irish Twins.” London is wearing a burnt orange waffle shirt and Boston is, well, Boston. Boston always needs a haircut or he looks like he has just been cured of lice. Love my boys.

The boys climbing Token

The boys climbing Token



London is beat by his little brother climbing up

London is beat by his little brother climbing up



A perfect autumn day

A perfect autumn day



London, just hours away from being 9

London, just hours away from being 9



This picture sums up Boston perfectly.

This picture sums up Boston perfectly.



Boston trying to... breastfeed?  Had to share this one even though it is totally out of focus.

Boston trying to… breastfeed? Had to share this one even though it is totally out of focus.



Boston is a really smart, energetic child.  And loves to spend my money.

Boston is a really smart, energetic child. And loves to spend my money.



He is constantly "fake smiling."  Capturing one that is real is usually pretty hard because when it usually indicates he is up to mischief.

He is constantly “fake smiling.” Capturing one that is real is usually pretty hard because his smile usually means that he is up to mischief.