#2 These three boys who are likely to explode from energy overload at any minute
#3 Beware of what you might find hiking. . .no, that's not a giant baby behind J's shoulder.
The boys on their hike actually saw a wild desert tortoise!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Beware of . . . .
#1 At soccer practice, T got a little too close to some black ants. (This happens at least once each soccer season to somebody) Typical: child crying = mother running, followed by swatting of ants off feet. . .knees. . .diaper. . .stomach. . .neck! Whew, got'em all. Didn't seem to bother him too much until that night and the next 36 hours. Poor kids hands and feet swelled right up (no thanks to the benadryl). After a trip to the doctors and another perscriptions later, we are on the road to recovery.
#2 These three boys who are likely to explode from energy overload at any minute
#3 Beware of what you might find hiking. . .no, that's not a giant baby behind J's shoulder.
The boys on their hike actually saw a wild desert tortoise!
#2 These three boys who are likely to explode from energy overload at any minute
#3 Beware of what you might find hiking. . .no, that's not a giant baby behind J's shoulder.
The boys on their hike actually saw a wild desert tortoise!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
haPPy birday WOO woo!
2 for T and T is 2!
T helped make his cake and eat it too
Most creative uses for T's presents
T's new big boy bed
3 boys, 3 beds, in a pink room (until their green one gets painted)
Most creative uses for T's presents
T's new big boy bed
3 boys, 3 beds, in a pink room (until their green one gets painted)
Soccer season here we come!
Jacob is very excited about being able to play this year, his cool green jersey, and having Dad for a coach!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Seasons of life
I often hear people refer to different stages of life as "seasons". If you were to ask me which season of life I am in right now, I would have to say winter because as my friend often jokes, "picking up after your children is like shoveling snow during a snow storm." I was reminded of this saying when N called me back in the dining room (which I had just finished cleaning up the playdoh and left) because he wanted to show me something:
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