Flooflall

It is that time of year when families gather to watch the leaves change colors, begin gathering up firewood for the long winter and play a wicked game of flooflall.Yes, a good ol' game of flooflall. Evan loves playing-

"hut......huruughhhhh.....ruguruhuhhhhh....hut.....taaaaaaackle"-and with that, he is back running at your wanting you to hold the ball and for him to jump on top of you. (can be painful, mind you) He then "huruuruurughs.....ruguufhgoijioeiughhhhs."

And, can he return a punt.....

And, of course after all that flooflall, we need a little motherly love and t.l.c.

And, I need to enclose a photo of dinner....yes, the enchiladas were again served, yet this time they were, in the immortal words of JJ, Dyn-o-mite.

That is not to say they were 4-alarm, rather quite delectable and enjoyable. No fire trucks needed, thank you very much.