My Goobs

So I was due to get some photos of the boys, so we took our one free night this week to venture out.  If Connor was cooperating, Noah was not.  If Noah was cooperating, Connor was not.  Why are my kids my hardest clients?!  When I opted to through any photog visions out the window and just embraced my goobs for what they wanted to do (random dance party and lots of tree climbing), it was a little easier.  

*Connor--9 years old--almost done with 3rd grade

*Noah--4.5 years old--almost ready for VPK

{Noah's random craziness and Connor's constant "flossing" dance move}

Notes while I'm blogging:  Currently packing up entire house & we move out in 2 weeks to our temporary housing for the summer.  New house officially has brick walls up!  Connor's amazing at soccer.  Noah cried and pouted through entire game #1, so we opted to postpone soccer for him until he's a little older.  Life's crazy, but still beautiful.  My boys are my world, yet are trying to kill me all at once.

More to come soon if I can manage to get Connor out to do soccer pictures next...