The Man Needs Help

Yes, folks, this is serious. Chris needs help--MAJOR help--with his queue.

That's right. I'm talking Netflix.

Honestly, one of the things I love about Chris is that he's not into much media, as far as TV shows, music, etc. Most of that stuff is not so great for your Christian walk, and I've found that I've pulled back from watching most of it, too. We do watch some movies, of course, and we've been enjoying the Netflix subscription that my parents gave Chris for his birthday a few months ago...or at least I enjoyed it at first.

The beginning was great. We don't get to the movies too often anymore, so there were several recent ones we hadn't seen yet. I made a few requests, but mostly it was interesting to check the mail to see what Chris had ordered. Until he ran out of things he knew he wanted to see and began...branching out. Old westerns you've never heard of, boring documentaries about idiots trying to do crazy things like sail around the world in a homemade boat, sometimes even weird B sci-fi.

Umm, yeah.

So last week when Chris was out of town, I checked the mail and was slightly hopeful when two movies were in there. After all, sometimes Chris tries to line up stuff for me for when he's going to be out of town.

I opened the envelopes to find The Last Legion (some kind of Troy-inspired knockoff) and a movie about dinosaurs from space or something called Son of Turak. Not kidding.

Is there some kind of intervention program for this?

So you'll know what they look like...

Here are just a few of the cute pictures we took over the summer. As exhaustion hits (seriously exacerbated by staying up too late for things like watching the Olympics and various projects) I can't seem to gather my thoughts for a really great post, so why try? I'll let cuteness speak for itself.

The boys with some of their favorite toys. Who says boys don't accessorize?

On a "mammoth hunt" with Daddy. It's rare to get them smiling together.
Digging for dinosaurs at the museum.
Cade after a much needed haircut. I wish he would let me fix his hair on a regular basis...
What happens when you combine a little peanut butter from lunch with a good nap.
I promise we didn't set this up. He put on his own hat, and just found the cans in the garage.

More to come! (Eventually!)