Just the three of us

I figured it was about time to blog about my two main men. No, I'm not talking about Jack and Jim. I'm talking about Gunner James and Colt Daniel Le. My two main reasons for living. (I know, I know. Stop right there. This is about as mushy as I get.) 

Gunner.

He started his second year of pre-school last month. Who knows how he grew three inches in a year, but he did. Which meant he needed new clothes as the weather has dropped to 30 degrees in the AM. And guess what. When I was at Target the other day? I bought Gunner some new jeans. 

SKINNY jeans. 

Why is this blogworthy? Because guys. I don't even own a pair of skinny jeans. I have hated against skinny jeans for as long as they have been in existence. ESPECIALLY for males. Judge me as you wish, but the whole skinny jean/mohawk/black nails/emo look rubbed me the wrong way. 

Except. 

My kid has had a mohawk for three years. He has painted his nails black (and pink!) for the past two. So I guess it was just a matter of time before I befitted on him the skinny jean. 

And?

I like it. What's that? FINE. I like it.

It totally helps that he looks like a stud whilst sporting said skinny jeans.

this is the face of a little boy who currently hates getting his picture taken

And then we have the Coltster. Did you know he has just started talking in sentences? And one of his most clear, precise sentences is "Mom! He hit me!" But of course.

We busted out the Halloween decorations last night. And by that, I mean the one ugly scary witch that Colt has taken a liking to.

This is the face of a little boy who has tasted his first chocolate covered ice cream cone:

Needless to say, he liked it.

And this? This is the face of a little boy who has just tasted his first blow pop sucker:

Once again, like.

And this?

Oh, just what the inside of my heart looks like.

Happy Monday friends.

Kees kees.

Amen.