Halloween

I wanted to do a quick post to just show everyone how adorable our children are... especially when they are dressed in the cowboy and pony theme costumes. I always swore that I wouldn't force my kids to dress as a theme. That's I'd let them always pick they're own costumes to establish their independence at an early age. But since neither one of them has the slightest problem with being independent, this year Mommy determined the costumes. We already had the costumes which heavily played into the matter, but Connor would have been just as happy being Spiderman. But when little brother is dressing as a pony, you don't get to be Spiderman.
Cause I'm the Mom, that's why. Now stop whining and eat your free candy. (Actually Connor didn't mind too much being a cowboy, he was more miffed because he had to wear shoes than anything)

Little boys should come standard with tails.

Ahhh, the hard life. Getting pulled through the neighborhood in the wagon by Dad, stopping every so often to be given candy and be told how adorable you are.

When sharing becomes very, very difficult