Ok so I had a date... with two really cute boys

Yep, I had a dinner date... with two really cute boys.... and I brought my kids along. Uh huh.

We got to spend an evening at the Lemons' household the other night. It was a blast. Spencer and Isaac are growing up so fast! We had so much fun while "mommy" and "daddy" went out to have dinner together (boy did they miss out! lol) Of course, they got back shortly after 10 p.m. and both boys were still awake. Oops! Well in my defense, I did ask the boys a couple of times if they were ready for bed and was immediately given an emphatic "NO!" so I let them stay up! It was so much fun, and as usual, I made sure I captured some of it on camera. I got some really cute shots of the kids! I got more of Spencer, mostly because he's not quite as fast as the other three so I could actually get pictures of him without them being a complete blur!

The Misadventures of a Little German Boy

I've been thinking about my grandpa a lot lately. He passed away a few years ago on Leap day (February 29th). Leave it to my grandpa to even pass away on an unordinary day. I guess to know what I'm talking about, you'd have to know my grandpa. He was, quite possibly, the most mischievous man on earth. Recently, I was visiting with my family and we were talking about some of "grandpa's stories" and I thought to myself that they really should be documented. Everyone agreed. So I think I might give it a try. Of course, this is something that will likely never be published, simply for the fact that it would encourage unacceptable behavior or it would be less than desirable reading material for most (like the time he ate too much cactus fruit and left an unpleasant trail along the ground to the outhouse and how the next year his mother wondered why on earth there was a line of cactus plants growing from the house to the outhouse!)

Then there was the time when great-grandmother walked outside only to find her two year old baby boy flying on the tail end of a kite (no joke)! My granddaddy and his older brothers had built an enormous kite out of tarp. After several attempts to fly it, they realized that the tail of the kite wasn't heavy enough. Then along came Jake in his cute little denim overalls toddling up to his brothers. I'll never know what posessed those boys to come up with such an idea, but sure enough, they took little Jake and tied the tail to the back of his little overalls. Apparently, Jake was just the weight they needed. Imagine the heart attack my great-grandmother had when she walked outside to see her baby dangling from the tail end of a kite flying high in the air! Now, I think it'd be fair to say that great-grandma believed in corporal punishment. She removed her "tire" sandal (which was actually a flip-flop type of sandal made from an old tire) and proceeded to whoop every single one of her boys who were in on the kite "project." I remember Grandpa saying he had tire marks on his behind for days!

Like I said, I'm sure it's not something that could ever be published but Grandpa's life was filled with little "adventures" like that.