Boys will be boys . . . .

It was a snow day here in Colorado Springs. Toby and Max both enjoyed it and I, being me, couldn't help myself. I took about 30 pics of the two of them - watching the snow, wrestling, and then sitting around. I know, it's sad, but I couldn't help myself and they practically begged me to do it. And this is where it all began, our afternoon of snow . . . . . .

 First, Max's and Toby's curiosity is peaked by the white flaky stuff falling from the sky . . . 

Max seems content just looking out the window.  It's the old man in him . . . 

Toby, however, wants to go outside and play in the white fluffy stuff. Bubbles have the exact same effect on him . . .

Toby, standing up to the snow flakes, showing them who's boss . . .

You don't want to know what he was getting ready to do . . on the snow . . .

So, without fail, as soon as Toby comes inside he heads directly to Max. And as little brothers often do, he starts pestering Max . . .

And let the games begin . . .

Things may look calm now, but just give it a minute.  Trust me . . .

And we're off . . . . see that blurry mess? That's Toby coming off the couch and lunging at Max.

The wrestling went on for about 20 minutes. Max finally decided to lay down. The old man in him is tired . . .

Finally, Toby lays down - still talking smack to Max . . .

And I will have to post the last few images in a second post.  I guess I've taken up too  much space in this one.

To be continued . . . .