The McCarty Boys and Me

So, I suck at blogging now. But, in my defense, I have a few other things that I do these days. By the time the house is quiet and I have a few minutes to myself, the last thing I want to do is write about and post pictures of these little rascals! It's done now. So, stop your complaining.



We had spaghetti for dinner. Which means that Huddy gets stripped and taken straight from the table to the sink. Huddy=fat and happy. Jackson's superhero obsession was gradual. He went through all the typical loves...animals. cars, dinosaurs...well, Hudson went straight to superheroes. He even shoots webs out of his fingers.

Captain America and Spiderman. Look how short Hudson is! Jackson is getting the tall, lean big boy look. Don't even ask me how Captain America is managing to breath with this kind of nostril blockage.

Jackson went back to Sacred Heart this year and they allowed Hudson to start too (even though he was about a month shy of 18 months). Jackson has the same teachers and is loving it. And, despite this goofy picture and his crooked bangs, he has still made a lot of friends. This is his first day.

First day, getting ready to leave. They refused to let me get a picture with both of them looking.

Hudson...completely unaware of what is about to happen. No, he did great the first 2 weeks and decided this week that he is scared shitless to stay at school. He clings to my legs! It's awful. But, my spies tell me that he stops the minute I leave. He is such a good boy. He takes a nap every day. It is amazing to me that teachers can get a room full of toddlers to stay on those little mats. Amazing.

More randomness. All smiles, this one. I love this picture.

DAD...WARNING. You may want to stop reading at this point...I had a little fun. I couldn't help it. They are just such pretty little boys and it got me thinking....look how happy they are about it!

Jackson's dress is my nightgown. He had on heels at one point, but had to switch to flops for safety reasons. However, the mess in the background gives away any possible belief that I have girls. Boys are MESSY!

See? More mess. I can deal with bathtub paints though.