Little Toot

Well, it has happened. My sweet little baby boy, Max, has turned into a gigantic toot. He is so ornery these days. And him and Will just feed off of each other...I can't help but laugh at them. Between my tears! Max just insists on doing everything he is not supposed to do. What happened to the days when you could sit him down and could actually go to the bathroom without worrying about what he was doing? Oh, now he must come in the bathroom with me, because I don't trust him for a second. Don't get me wrong, I have not peed alone for almost 4 years now, but now it is my choice. And then, down comes the toilet paper, out comes the toilet brush, and if I'm really slow....little hands splashing the toilet water. Hoping it has finished flushing first! And quite the little talker. His latest favorite is "ready, go", and then he hurls a ball at you. Quite the arm. Look out MLB and $$$$ for our retirement! Food is collectively referred to as "cookie" and all drinks are "ju". And you better get that "ju" fast or he will show you another new facet of his endearing personality...tantrums.

Motherhood is truly a joy. I am reminded of that every night at about 8:30 when they are both sleeping angels. And am glad that God made us mothers of young ones too frazzled to remember all the chaos of the day!

Summer Fun

Intense ball watching.
There's that tongue, again!

The boys with Mema and Grandka

Summer seems to be flying by. Just wait until my kids are in school, right? We are trying to keep cool and are thankful for the subdivision pool. Here are some recent pics from our family trip to the T-Bones game. Will has been wanting to play baseball everyday since. He insists he needs a catchers mask and baseball pants. If it's up to Dad and Grandka (Brian's Dad), I am sure he will get them! As you can see, Max is quite fascinated with his tongue. And yours, so be careful if you stick your tongue out at him. He'll get it!

Bad Mom

So, I'm a bad mom. Will told me so yesterday. And, I guess, on many days I can't totally disagree with him. And in the same conversation, he told me, "I yike you berry, berry much". This is the conversation that we have as I am trying desperately to get both boys to take a nap. Thank God their memories are short, and they are quick to forgive! A friend told me that literally on her son's 4th birthday, all (ha!) of the bad behaviors went away. If my math is correct, only 133 days left to go! Let the count down begin.

Here's to a great day of picnics and "cracker jacks". (Will speak for "fireworks"). Happy 4th!