Archive for October, 2015

Hallowen 2015

October 31, 2015

Happy Halloween from the Paw Patrol. Those of you without kids may not be familiar with the cartoon Paw Patrol, and thats ok, just know that that’s what Keane’s into right now and thats what he decided we were all going to be for Halloween. Not to toot our own horns, but I think we pretty much nailed it. Mike is Rocky, I’m Skye, Cullen is Marshall, Keane is Chase and Paul is Ryder, the only human, the rest of us are all dogs, but of the superhero kind, so not your average dog.

This is where the boys started to lose it with the posed photos. Over it!

But I tried anyway to get a shot of Daddy and the boys and this was the best we could do.

As for getting a picture of the just the boys, forget it, they were more interested in exploring the ant hill.

But with a little pre-Trick-or-Treating candy bribery I managed to get their attention for a few cutesy individual costumes shots.

Cullen hated his hat.

Let the Trick-or-Treating begin.

How cool are the decorations on this house?

Cullen finds them a little concerning.

Keane thinks they’re amazing.

Already busting into the candy.

I just wanted to be in one trick-or-treat picture, not 100% in focus I know, but I’ll take it.

More and more candy.

Even big brothers get tired and need a turn in the drivers seat.

Pumpkin Hustle

October 29, 2015

Shame, shame, we picked our pumpkins weeks ago but are only now finally getting around to carving them. Halloween is right around the corner so now is as good a time as any to get our pumpkin hustle on.

Our fabulous friends Sarah and Emma came by to help with the carving. As I mentioned in my previous post, Cullen hates most people, but not Emma, or “Emmy” as he likes to call her. His face lights up every time she visits and he followers her everywhere.

Cullen obviously teams up with Emma to tackle the little pumpkins.

Keane didn’t want to touch the pumpkin insides, he said they were “yucky“, but that didn’t stop him from sitting at the top of the table, telling the rest of us exactly what he wanted carved, like some sort of little pumpkin sweat-shop dictator.

The sisters team up to clear out the big one.

Unlike his brother, Cullen loved playing with the “yucky” insides.

Sticky sticky.

Emma the master carver.

Sarah’s serious about pumpkins face.

Be afraid.


Carving complete and now to relocate them to the front step.

Pumpkin carving team 2015.

Less Than 48 Hours of Fun

October 28, 2015

We were there less than 48 hours, but we managed to pack in tons of fun on our trip to Massachusetts. It was “Go” mode as soon as our wheels touch down at Boston airport. No sooner had we dropped our bags and hugged the family but it was time to load up and head to Grandpa’s 70th birthday dinner. Cullen and I decided to hang back at my brother and sister-in-laws house, he was really only starting to feel normal again so I didn’t want to push my luck by pushing him past his bedtime or past what he was still able to handle. But he and I had lots of fun playing drums, cars and dinosaurs in Grandpa’s honor. The following morning we hit up the local Trunk-or-Treat, rode bikes, and in the evening, played football. So short and all as our visit was, nobody could say they didn’t have a good time.

I know I wasn’t there, but it’d be wrong not to include a photo of the birthday boy at his party, since that was the true purpose of our visit. Thanks to my sister-in-law Dinara, for grabbing this cute iPhone shot of Grandpa with 3/4 of the the grandkids.

Off to the Trunk-orTreat with this little dragon.

Dinara and I making the effort to include ourselves in at least one photo. Oh, and besides Keane being a dragon, Paul was Tom Brady (Patriots football player) and James was Rob Gronkowski (another Patriot player). Cullen was himself, which on an average day is scary enough, trust me.

So this is typical Cullen, trusts nobody and hates most people.

This is typical Keane, never met a stranger. Everyone’s a friend.

But show him a vehicle of any kind, and Cullen is all of a sudden happy.

Keane demanding to know why the fire truck is not decorated with real cobwebs.

With all the stuff going on on this truck and Cullen’s focus is on the wheels.

From one dragon to another.

Oh, I forgot, puddles make Cullen happy too. Even the tiny ones.

Eventually, with his big cousin Paul, Cullen got himself some candy.

Chillin with our lollipops.

Hi momma”

This is Cullen’s angry “Noooooooooo!” face, that I get to see and hear most days.

With the sweet teeth satisfied, it was back to the house.

Just a cute photo, of my cute dragon, and a backdrop of toasty Fall colors.

And of course my cute Cullen, stud walking with his own backdrop of Fall colors.

Someone is getting very fond of bikes.

So I know this photo isn’t really in focus, but I just liked the little bit of shade being thrown by Keane as he passes his little brother.

While the little boys went for a nap, the big boys got a football game going.

Pep-talk or verbal beat-down?

It might be just me, but does anyone else think Paul looks a little surprised he made the catch?

Played hard.

A while later Keane was awake and ready to get involved.

Keane’s knowledge of football is simple. When you have the ball, run. When you don’t have the ball, get it. Its very Forrest Gump.


Stoop Studs

October 27, 2015

Ok, we’re back, back from the brink of illness. Everyone is sleeping and everyone is healthy’ish. Unfortunately getting the medication for Cullen was not the instant turning point I’d hoped for. It took another 2 sleepless nights but eventually the improvement came. However, Thursday night Keane joined us in the trenches of illness. It was inevitable really. If one had it, it was only a matter of time before the other got it too. So for the 3rd time in 5 days, I was back with my friend the doctor. This time she didn’t dare hesitate in giving me another prescription. Looking like complete sh*t at this point, am sure she could tell that anything other than a prescription might send me over the edge. Luckily a combination of the medication and basically a full day of nothing but sleep and Keane was on the mend. All the illness did mean a delay in our planned trip to Boston for Grandpa Doyle’s 70th birthday party. But only by 1 day. We still managed to make it in time for the party.

Pictures from the trip will be posted soon. Now that we’ve won the war on illness, there is so much life catching up to be done as well as gearing up for the Halloween weekend. So for now, let me distract you with this shot of 4 little stoop studs.

The Sick Baby Struggle

October 21, 2015

The sudden shift from toasty Fall temperatures to early Winter temps have brought illness to the house. Cullen has picked himself up an “aggressive cold”. Sunday evening when his temperature spiked, he became very congested and the first signs of a cough resembling a barking seal started to show, I was straight onto the computer booking him an appointment with the doctor for first thing Monday morning. This momma wasn’t playing. I’ve been in the game a few years now and I know croup when I hear it. As it turns out, he doesn’t have croup, oops, but thats just her (the doctors) “professional” opinion. I remain suspicious. She followed it up with a flu test, which he passed, so no flu. But if it wasn’t croup or flu, what was it? An “aggressive cold” I was told. She wrote me a perspiration for “besta luck to ya”, which basically meant nothing to do but keep him hydrated and ride it out. With 1 very long sleepless night already under my belt I found her joke to be very unamusing. In fact, the extreme fatigue nearly had me smack her, yes I was exhausted but I could definitely rally for a fight if needed. So off we went home and over the next 2 days and nights we found ourselves in the trenches of Cullen’s illness, fighting the good fight armed only with fluids, vapor rub and the developing immune system of a 20 month old. Things were getting no better, in fact they were getting worse.  3 days and 3 nights of no sleep and we were all beginning to snap, mostly at each other. Cullen was exhausted and his “aggressive cold” was getting worse. So this morning I was right back at the doctors office, this time I was not leaving without a prescription for something other than “luck”. Turns out the “aggressive cold” was now a sinus and eye infection. Hooray! With a prescription in hand, I raced all the way to the pharmacy, waving it like it was a winning lottery ticket. Now we head into night 4 almost giddy with the anticipation that there might actually be some hours of sleep for us all. Life is so much better with sleep.

But here is a happier, healthier Cullen, enjoying a visit from some farm animals to his school last week.

Momma’s been spotted.

Cullen was allowed to invite a friend to come along and enjoy the animals, so he invited his little friend Wyatt.

Feeding the goats with his classmates.

Wyatt was full of nervous excitement getting this close to the big wooly sheep.

Looks like someone’s trying to steal a chicken.

Wyatt having a chat with the chickens.

Lots of curious toddlers.

Lining up to feed the chickens.

Not a fan of closed gates, Cullen likes to have access to all areas. As close as he is to this Lama, its not close enough for him.

And back to harass the chickens.