You are Boy-Trapped if: You have little plastic army guys guarding your fireplace. Your decorative pillows are more often part of a fort than ambiance. There is always a little boy voice on the other side of the bathroom door. Every time you settle down to read your Bible there is a boy in your lap. Every surface in your house is covered in lego fortresses...and you wouldn't have it any other way!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tape recorders, 5ks and Wedgies.
Enjoying the awesome new Kid's Museum in our town!
Welcoming home Daddy after he traveled early last week. The door was full of signs by the time it was all said and done! This is one that T1 drew for him.
I wish I could carry around a little tape recorder to record all the funny things I hear each day. For example the other day as I drove T1 and T2 home for school I listened to a ten minute conversation on wedgies. T1 leaned over and "whispered" "Don't tell mom" and continued to define wedgie for his 4 year old brother. They proceeded to make up a mile long list of different kinds of wedgies while throwing a jacket back and forth at each other with each new wedgie. "How about a spider wedgie?!!!" Much laughter. "How about a backpack wedgie." More laughter. Well, you get the idea.
Another thing I would record is T3s sweet little voice coming out with new words every day. His latest is "ball" which is usually accompanied by his chubby little arms throwing a ball half his size as far as he can (which thankfully is all of 12inches). He also loves to say "poopy", he is a boy after all, and "Daddy" and "Doggy" which are sometimes hard to distinguish (the later two, that is).
A couple weeks ago T2 explained to my friend that she is NOT old. "Why not?" she replied. "Because, old people have bumpy skin and YOURS is FLAT!"
Just last night as T2 gave me a tour of all the pictures (hundreds of them) taped to his bed he literally said, "And this is a picture of the monster pooping on (something...I'm not sure what he said after that I was laughing too hard).
Well, besides listening to my boys antics we have been keeping busy, thus the lack of blog updates. I ran in my first (and possibly last) race - it was a 15 mile relay and thankfully I only had to run 3 miles of it. I was happy with my time - just under 30 minutes - not bad for an old lady (yes, my skin is slightly bumpy).
We enjoyed a wonderful weekend away sans kids thanks to some pretty awesome people who wanted to watch our boys for 3 days. They had raised 4 of their own so they came qualified and had to of known what they were getting into.
State park where we did some geocaching. The colors were beautiful and the weather warm enough for shorts! Quite possibly our warmest anniversary ever.
We took a dinner cruise in Stillwater, MN - it was really fun and very pretty.
A couple weeks ago I had another article "published" on SAGE's website, here is the link.
Hubby is busy getting all the pieces in place for our regional Fall Conference coming up next weekend. This is his second year directing. So far we have 46 students signed up from our campus, if we get 50 he has agreed to dye his head blond! I'm really hoping we make 50!
I'm enjoying putting together a regional women's conference for the spring. We only offer this every four years. It is fun coming up with the theme, speakers, etc. and working closely with my friend and co-worker who is doing all the program details!
T2 continues to LOVE preschool and has surprised us by starting to write all on his own. He is becoming quite the little student.
T3 is starting to read and mastering writing with his LEFT hand as he still has a brace on his right. I'm curious to see if he switches back when it is all said and done. He actually could use his right hand now but chooses not to.
T1 is busy keeping up with his brothers climbing slides and chairs and whatever else he can manage to defy gravity with. Life is busy and full and wonderful! That's all for now...and probably for awhile again! Sorry. :)
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2 comments:
I think you have T1 and T3 confused at the end.
sure enough, I do!
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