The boys threw snowballs at each other until we couldn't scoop any more up out of our yard. There is a definite heirarchy to this thing. The biggest brother attacks the big brother.
The big brother attacks the little brother.
I've tried to warn Joe that there may come a day when he's not the biggest anymore.
But who listens to their mother when they're eight?
But then who asks to get buried in the snow?
An eight year old boy.
It was a fun afternoon.
A nice surprise for the kids.
They have been asking when it would snow here. We tried to warn them that it probably wouldn't snow here at all but that we could take a trip to the snow one day. "Like to Georgia" Trek said. Hmm. Well, what do you know. We got 6 whole hours of snow fun right in our backyard!
Joe got tickets to a monster truck rally for Christmas.
Jono took him with a couple other dads and their boys.
Ear plugs in--ready to rally.
Joe was the camera man for the day.
It was pretty cool to see pictures of life size versions of the boys toys. I mean, Grave Digger looks exactly the same! How do they do that?!
From what I gathered from the guys was that they weren't super impressed with the trucks but the motorcycle show at half time was totally worth the ticket. He had several videos of that. I think it probably would have been more exciting if Joe had taken his redneck mother so she could have shown him how to scream and yell at a monster truck rally.
One weekend this fall, we had the privilege of sharing the experience of an SEC football game with some friends from Cali. We wanted them to get a true feel of the seriousness of SEC (or more specifically, Alabama) football.
From Dreamland barbecue to Bryant-Denny Stadium.
From Eli Gold to Alabama fashion choices.
From cheerleaders to the Million Dollar Band.
From hocking tickets to over-sized bronze statues.