Broken

It started out to be such a fun day...celebrating the 4th of July and the Birthday of our niece.

Then, adventure boy took a little tumble on a rope bridge and that was that.

We certainly are no strangers to broken bones (sadly). His sister was just slightly older than he is now when she broke her arm (coincidentally, her right arm as well). Of course she opted for pink.

Then we were only a week out from his birth when break number two happened. That one was a little worse, and involved pins. (This time, she chose purple.)

And can I just say here that whoever invented waterproof casts deserves a Nobel Peace Prize? Because we have had both types in this house and the waterproof is so awesome I still don't know how we all did it with the other kind.

At any rate, Baby Boy has been a real trouper, but I will be very happy when we (hopefully) get it off this Friday. Just a day after his Birthday. Happy Day for all!

And please, Lord, no more trips to the ER...if it weren't for hair coloring I would be totally grey by now.

Father

Happy Father's Day to the most awesome Dad two kids could ever ask for.

Thank you for making my life as a Mom (and Wife) such a good one.

We love you.

Where You Been At? (Memorial Day Edition)

So. Looks like I took a few months off from blogging. I have no idea why. Things feel busy and not busy at the same time and annoying things like laundry and bathing the kids take up most of the free time I have.

I started blogging to keep track of how Baby Boy was doing and keeping friends and family in the loop. Things aren't nearly as exciting on the development scale for an almost 9 and almost 3 year old. But we're still wacky all the same.

Let's see. I missed blogging about our Spring Break trip to see my Aunt and Uncle in Pennsylvania (delightful)

Easter (cold)

Baby Girl's First Communion (which should be its own post but isn't)

and my birthday (old).

I figure I will jump right back in and talk about Memorial Day weekend. In typical Ohio weather we went from feeling like November to July in a week, and it was HOT. So we hit the local ice cream joint. I love this place because it is seriously old school and the best part is the fact that they are putting in their own mini-golf course. Because why not?

Then we set the kids loose with the new sprinkler. We joined a pool, but we are the weird people who do things like join a pool and then don't go because A. we're too busy and B. it's actually too hot to go.

Then Baby Boy got some sort of random fever and our annual parade extravaganza was looking like a no go but he rallied in the end and we made it after all.

I have never been to a parade that gives out this much loot. The kids love it. Plus, a free tip, if you see a truck full of little league kids and they are throwing candy, it helps to yell out "hey, let's see your pitching arm!" You will get hit with more candy than you will believe. They can't resist showing off their pitching arm.

We spent the rest of the day at the family picnic with a relatively mild water balloon toss...

...then tried some wild tongue tattoos.

Awesome.

I am hoping this marks a more regular update from us. Until then, enjoy this picture...Baby Boy has a need for speed...

The Edge of Three

You are so charming, little man, that it is becoming increasingly difficult to be stern with you. I am afraid of what you are going to be getting away with...

When I ask you to do something, you rebel so politely.

"It's time to go to bed" gets "No thank you."

"You need a diaper change" leads to "I'm fine, thank you."

You spend most of the time finding "grils" (girls) to chat up. More than once you have sidled up to a young lady and introduced yourself with a "How you doin'" and sometimes you ask for her number. It took me a few times to realize you were asking her age. Either way, if this is a preview of your future, people will need to lock up their daughters.

You've been in more time outs in your 2 short years than your sister has been in all 8 of hers. There is nothing like getting pulled aside at a meeting to be told your son has been sent to run around the gym because he needs to get "some of that energy out."

You've run away from me too many times to count. Once you got so far away from me at the Macy's that I had a nervous breakdown and was just about to call in a code red when I heard my name announced over the loudspeaker. You had made friends with the lady in Fine Jewelry and knew enough to tell her my first name and your first name. However, by the time I got there you told her that your name was really Patrick (your middle name) and she still thinks that is your name.

However.

I live to hear you talk and the funny things you say. Listening to you sing "Life is a Highway" or ask for "lotsem snacks" or the way you can recite almost the entire "Cars" movie and how you can sound amazingly like Mater...you are a special joy.

I see you growing up too fast, so fast...

It's not as often these days, but sometimes, I get a glimpse of the baby you once were. When you want to cuddle or be held...when you catch a nap in the car. Maybe you can stay my little baby a while longer...