Out for a walk

This past Friday we played host to a bit of company. Dawn was in a jam without a babysitter and Kyle and Adam came over for a slumber party. Kyle, whom you've all heard about, is Colton's good buddy and Lennon's favorite friend. This causes some turmoil as the boys want to be "alone" and Lennon just wants to play with them. At 19 months, Adam apparently isn't a suitable playmate for her. She loves him to death when she wants to, but mostly just wants to be with the big kids.

To ease a little of the tension we decided to take an after dinner walk with Bailey. Yes, we are crazy. I put Adam in the pack, grabbed the leash and we went for it. I am so glad Josh came with us. On the home stretch Bailey was dragging his feet, Lennon was on Daddy's shoulders and Kyle and Colton were poking at each other with sticks and racing for the driveway. In the end the kids had a good time, slept well (eventually) and we survived the night .

Growing family

I would like to introduce you to Bailey. Our newest family memeber. He is from a wonderful family in New Hampshire, who with much sorrow had to give him up. He is a Puggle (Pug-Beagle mix) and two and a half years old. It has been instant love for the whole family. Josh and the kids drove down to North Creek on Saturday to pick him up while I was at work. Josh called as soon as they got home and I could tell he was smitten. How could you resist such a face!!

Lennon takes this job very seriously.

Colton is even excited about scooping poop!

Spring has sprung...

This brought a smile to my face...and more sunscreen!

Tonight Lo 34°F
Saturday SunnyHi 72°F
Sat Night Lo 34°F
Sun Sunny Hi 67°F
Sun Night Lo 32°F
Mon Mostly Sunny Hi 64°F
Mon Night Lo 27°F
Tues Sunny Hi 67°F
Tues Night Lo 31°F

I got to play in the dirt today, yippee! Our yard is still mostly snow but with a forcast like that it will be gone soon.

Watch for pictures of our big news early next week...

When I Grow Up

What did you want to be when you grew up? An astronaut? The President?

Not in this house hold. I have asked Lennon several times, just to see if the answer changes, and it doesn't.

"I want to be an Indian and an Artist when I grow up."

I still haven't got an explanation on how to "be" an Indian. Where do they get this stuff?

P.S. If you were wondering, Colton still wants to be a Rock Star and a scientist. Oh yeah, and maybe a chef too.

Make em' wait!

"Did the Easter Bunny come? "

"Can we come down yet?"

As a child I could hardly contain myself while my parents made Tim and I sit and wait on Christmas and Easter. The excitement was unbearable and I always felt it was mean to make us wait. So now that I am a parent, what do I do?

I make them wait of course!!

Front Tooth

P.S.
After weeks of tormenting me with it, on his birthday Colton lost his tooth. For some reason I cannot handle any type of tooth trauma. Therefore loose teeth and I don't mix, which Colton loved! He could pull it almost all the way back with his tongue and smile at me...AHHHHH! I get nauseous thinking about it. Thankfully it is gone now and I get to share the pictures of the gaping hole it left behind.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLTON!!

MAKE A SILLY FACE!!!

My house was temporarily overrun with 1st graders last Sunday, talk about madness! Colton decided that he should invite a couple of girls again this year...those poor girls. They confided in me that boys are just loud, rough and too silly. I had to agree. I think next year I will have to encourage an all boy party, and leave the whole thing to Josh. Maybe Lennon and I can go shopping.

Luckily spring has not sprung (odd thing to say isn't it?) and the gang could be outside. But the minute the boys were out they were rolling, punching, throwing, taunting, sometimes sliding, and just generally scaring me and the girls. I had to rescue a hat off the roof, keep them from shoving each other over the stone wall of the porch, and attempt to keep them in sight. Of course there had to be a casualty and of course he had to get punched and be crying as his father pulled in to pick him up. It was an awkward situation, I am attempting to sooth the injured child, yell at the boy who punched him, and engage the father of the injured child (who told his boy to toughen up and actually called him a sissy!) all at once. I guess no kid's birthday party is complete unless someone leaves crying, right?