Now, before we went trick-or-treating, I had a busy morning….working on the computer, editing several sessions, getting the kid’s costumes ready, cleaning up the house a bit, helping Will and Bill get ready to leave for the Ohio State game they were going to go to… All you moms know how it is on days like that. It was busy!
My youngest brother and his wife (Jon & Kathy) were coming into town to go trick-or-treating with us and then to go to a Halloween party at their friend’s house. I had a photo session scheduled with one of my friends so Jon and Kathy very kindly offered to babysit my kids so that the kiddos wouldn’t have to sit through a session with me.
Since I was running late, I just took a quick shower, slapped on a bit of make-up and was out the door with my wild, crazy, curly hair in all it’s "glory"…instead of being nicely straightened like I usually would wear it.
I met my friend to take photos of her son. He is a football player and she had obtained permission for us to go onto the field to take some photos of him in his uniform. Since we live in Ohio, it is probably needless for me to say that it was a wet, cold, windy day. That’s just a given when it’s October in Ohio.
I got back to my mom’s house (where the kids were with Jon and Kathy), got the kids ready as fast as I could, took photos of them all and listened to Jon pester me about my costume. Or, in my case, my non-costume.
What costume was I going to wear? None. Why not? Because I’m not. But why? I’m. Not. Wearing. One.
Obviously, Jon had a costume to wear.
Apparently he thought I should be wearing one too.
He finally shut up about it until this very frazzled mama was packing all of her little goblins into the van. That’s when he piped up and said “I got it! You did dress up in a costume! You’re going as…..Hermione!”
You know Hermione, right? I’m not talking about the pretty Hermione from the latest Harry Potter movies. Oh no. Mr. Stinker Pants was referring to the frizzy-haired, awkward Hermione we all saw in the very first Harry Potter movie.
As I gave him the evilest eye I could muster and while Kathy exclaimed “Jon! That was not very nice!”, he just took off to his car with a huge grin on his face.
And I think that makes it very fair for me to announce that LITTLE BROTHERS ARE BUTTHEADS.
8 comments:
Hey, I never had a brother so consider yourself fortunate to have such an, um, wonderful guy as yours as a brother!
Blessings,
Tammy ~@~
hehehe ... Butthead, yes (being a natural frizzy-head myself, I completely understand your pain!!!). But gosh, that butthead brother of yours certainly gets massive bravery points for babysitting a small boatload of kiddos for you!!!
and portraits on a football field?!? how cool is that!!!
Haaaaa! Jon is so silly :-)
All of my brothers are older than I am- so I think that you have to revise your statement to ALL brother's are _________. Sometimes, anyway- the rest of the time, they are pretty neat!
tee hee hee hee, sigh, brothers. :) love the pics! :)
I agree little brothers are buttheads!
Yes, they are, although my experience is that big brothers are buttheads too. However, Angie, I am disappointed. I was so hoping to see a pick of you with Hermione hair!!!!
How neat of Jon and Kathy to help take the kids out ....what an undertaking! I see one of the little ones had a ninja suit like Sean wore...took forever putting it on..can't imagine all those you had to help with..(Tell Caryn aunt cindy gives her the best costume prize!) PS aunt cindy comes to Jons defense on this one! LOL LOL loved the costumes!
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