That is the Question

To beard,


or not to beard.


To hair,


or not to hair.


This is what I bug Kim with every month or two.






Really, it's the question of our times.

Kim Gets Her Hands on the Camera

I love the fall, and it is especially beautiful here in Virginia. I had to take the traditional fall pictures (pumpkins, leaves, hats, umbrellas, crying), so enjoy.

Here are the few pictures (out of the 150 I took) that made the cut. After seeing these you will understand why there are only a few pitiful pictures of them together.



I love these of Henry. I can't believe Henry is now 6 months old. Henry did pretty good tolerating Mom and the many pictures.







Megan and her new Sleeping Beauty umbrella, which goes everywhere with her. She rules the neighborhood with her umbrella, making all of the other kids jealous every chance she gets.





Megan went on the carousel on the National Mall all by herself, which I thought would be fine, right until the first go a round, and she started slipping off and got nervous and then cried the rest of the ride. The attendant keep having to push her back up, and he wouldn't stop it so I could go get her. Fun times.


Our after dinner entertainment.

Same Body, Different Spirits

The second in our, "Gee, don't our kids look similar" series.

But honestly, could you tell them apart if it weren't for the fact that Megan was obviously born way back in the B.D. (Before Digital) era?





Some things to look for in the pictures --

• both Meg and Henry grabbed the outside of their right foot, and the inside of their left foot;
• they share that impossible-to-comb, pomeranian-wispy not-quite-brown/not-quite-blond hair that grows straight up;
• we're obviously still using the same brand of lotion, and the same box of wipes;
• for some reason the gender-neutral yellow changing pad cover that we had for Megan was inexplicably replaced with a blue cover for our man-child.

HOPE

Congratulations, President Obama.

The People's Holiday

Last year, Hannity was prescient enough to warn us of an insidious communist plot to turn our children into lazy, handout-seeking liberals -- that's right, Halloween.

If you're still skeptical, despite hearing it directly from that sage of the airways, just take a look at who was out trick-or-treating yesterday


You guessed it, that Halloween-promoting, candy-wealth redistributing, soon to be socialist-in-chief himself.

We celebrated The People's Holiday all week long. First, there was the Trunk or Treat at the church. Kim set up a touch-and-feel booth, complete with brains, tongues, teeth, hearts and intestines. It was a hit.


Megan joined up with her fellow princesses, and spent most of the night running away from me and proving her independence.


At least Henry has no choice but to stick with me.


On Sunday, we made a spur of the moment trip out to the Shenandoah river to enjoy the fall leaves. It was a beautiful day.



Meg and Henry loved the outdoors




And the leaves were out in full force


Later in the week, we had our traditional pumpkin carving night



Megan wasn't too sure about gutting the pumpkin at first


But she eventually deigned to touch the slimy innards


Henry had no qualms about it at all


As usual, my pumpkin won


Then it was on to All Hallows Eve itself. Our kids got back into their costumes, for the third or fourth time this week.



We met up with our Halloween comrades, and sought handouts from all the fat cat candy-capitalists on our street.


After all that, the good news is that Megan prefers all of the worst candy (suckers, smarties, airheads, etc.), so I have full access to the candy bars. I love socialism.













And, by popular demand, here is a picture of Dr. Gregory House, with his cane and boot.