The One Who Gave Me the Job

I always tell Reid that he is very important because he was the first one to make me a mother...something no one will ever be able to do. I love seeing the smile that that simple statement brings to his face. In all of the craziness that life brings, I sometimes have to take the time to really ponder that thought, and it is then that I always beam because I am so proud that he made me a mother and that I have him as a son. He carries a lot of weight, being a big brother of triplets, and I will always admire him as he does his job of being a big brother and son so well. We honestly couldn't have asked for better.



Reid has really grown and matured in the past several months. Not only has he shot up in height (which he takes great delight in--he wants to be as tall as Uncle David), but he has grown in maturity and spiritually. We have had some deep discussions lately that I have to stop and pray that I am answering in the way that is pleasing to God. It is so hard to try and shelter your child from things that you know will scare him, but that you know he needs to know so that he can make decisions about his own eternal life. It is exciting to see him grow, but there are times that I wish he would just stay little asking me simple questions that I know the answers to.

He is very eager to start Kindergarten next month. Two of his best friends will be in his class, which I think is helping in his excitement--(the fact that Mommy will be teaching 6th grade there and his brothers will be in the two's class probably helps too).



Reid also lost his first tooth a few months ago and is now on the verge of losing his second. He completed his second year of swim lessons a few weeks ago, and while it was a horrible experience for the whole week for everyone in our house, he can now swim across the pool with his head under the water and is no longer afraid. Being afraid of everything must be something that comes when one turns five, because he has become afraid of so many things that he used to do without batting an eye. It's almost like once you are five, you realize you are not invincible. And while I am glad that he isn't a complete dare devil, I do hope that he learns that sometimes it is okay to take the jump.



Reid still enjoys playing outside. He loves all sports and all things boy. He also has a very creative side. Reid is a superb artist and he takes great pride in his work (a little on the perfectionist side). His handwriting has also become very neat. He is so eager to learn more (like spelling and reading) that I know he will be a joy for anyone to teach.



I am so blessed that the trio has such an awesome big brother to look up to. He loves to do his chores and help me around the house, and he really loves his brothers (even though I know they drive him crazy at times). Reid is one of the sweetest, most caring boys that I know and I am lucky to have him as my big boy. He can still melt me with his boyish winks that he throws my way and his bear hugs that he always greets me with--both things that I tell him he will never grow too old to do.

Our Bear

Boy have I been a bad blogger. I had planned on a update post on each boy and somehow got caught up in our busy summer that doesn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon. I will have to post a June month in review just to show where we have been and what we have been up to. For the mean time...on to Logan's blog post.



Logan is the cuddliest boy, which has thus earned him the nickname of bear, or Logabear (like Yogi Bear). Even as a baby, everyone would comment about how snugly he was. His little kissable chubby cheeks are still enough to make a mommy (or grandma...or Aunt Lawren) melt. He is the one most likely to try and push my buttons, but then he will smile and my heart is his...and he knows it. :) All in all, he is a great kid, except for bedtime when he will do anything to keep from sleeping. He jumps, talks, shouts for Parker and Chase to wake up...basically anything to drive me crazy. After I get on to him, he will bat those big brown eyes and say "I love you, Mommy." This kid is good. His poor teacher one day...ahh.



Logan is also the biggest sports fanatic around. Soccer, baseball, football, basketball...you name the sport and he loves it. He can hit the ball off the tee (and really far, I might add), shoot (and make) baskets, and can throw with the strongest arm I've ever seen. He is a natural, and his Daddy and Opa (a former coach) can not wait to see him play when he is old enough to join a team. Logan would crack all the parents on Reid's t-ball team up, because he would be sitting so still for the entire game, completely engrossed in it. And then, all the way home, he would drive me crazy as he would state over and over like a broken record "Reid t-ball over. Logan play t-ball too." To which I would reply, "Yes Logan. You can play t-ball one day too."



He is the worst eater of the bunch. Actually, he is a great eater, as long as it is things that he likes. This means no veggie, with the occasional carrot with ranch. He does like fruit, most meats, and any thing that is made with bread. I will be able to honestly tell his wife one day that I did try, because Parker eats a large variety of veggies and will usually ask for seconds on veggies before eating anything else. I will also tell her I am sorry because he is the pickiest eater, so good luck with cooking for him.



Logan is also the most independent. He will play by himself just as easily as he plays with others. He was also the slowest at talking, but now we can't get him to be quiet. Jason's theory with this is that Parker and Reid (who love to jab like their mother-he he) were always talking and Logan decided that like most men, he would only talk if he needed to say something, not to just hear himself talk. He also likes to read and sing, especially "The Hat Book" and "Old McDonald".



I just know that Logan will continue to amaze me as he grows up. His determination to do whatever he puts his mind to and willingness to try things that would scare his brothers, will take him on a great journey for sure. And I can't wait to watch it all unfold.

Consider them GONE!!!

Yep! As of Saturday, we are now foot loose and paci FREE...thanks to Build-A-Bear and some coercing. I am still in shock that the boys (namely Logan) did so well. Though they still ask about their pacis, they usually follow their question with "We big boys now. Paci in my dog (or giraffe in Chase's case)." So, now we have 4 new friends at our house (Reid got a dog too, since he had such a great year in Pre-K). Now the next step is potty training, which I stink at by the way, so if anyone wants to come and do the job for me, bring it on!

Decisions, Decisions...



Reid bringing Harry to life with his heart.


Parker rubbing Beep's heart on his arms so that he will be strong.


In goes paci #1...


Chase rubbing Giraffe's heart on his back so that Giraffe will always have his back.


Giving his heart a kiss


In goes paci #2...


Logan did relinquish his paci, but he was scared of the whole stuffing and bathing process, so his brothers made his dog, Doggie and then bathed Doggie for him.


Harry getting his first bath.


Giraffe needed a bath too. (Chase absolutely loved this part!)


Parker giving Beep a good cleansing.


We love our new friends! (And Mommy and Daddy love all of their BIG boys!)

The One We Call "Curly"

I had the best idea this past Halloween of dressing the boys as the Three Stooges. Since Chase's middle name is Lawrence (after my father who goes by Larry), he would have naturally been Larry. Logan would have been Moe, and Parker, with his gorgeous locks, would have been a perfect Curly. Of course, Jason said that no one would have known who they were, so I put my idea to rest. Parker, though, is asked on a daily basis by anyone and everyone where he gets those curls. The longer his hair gets, the more it looks like I gave him a perm. It is quite funny to have three totally different looking children be triplets. It sure makes it easy for people to remember their names, though. Anyway, this post is dedicated to my curly man, Parker. Of all of the kids, his personality makes him able to carry those curls with total ease.


Parker is in one word my fruit basket. He is the spunkiest, funniest child you will ever meet. He is everyone's best friend. All three of his brothers are always asking him to come play with them. And he is the only one to get the privilege of being Reid's special playmate (as determined by Reid) on a daily basis. (Jason and I do have a theory behind this but it is too long to post here, so just think about a Reid dictatorship and you get the picture.)

Parker is most interested in pretend playing, whether it be pretending to be a dog, playing cars, playing restaurant, or just dressing up. He has a short attention span when it comes to sports, but he loves to sing and dance. And boy does this kid have the moves. He could put JT to shame! Outside, Parker loves to drive the red "Fred Flinstone" car, which is a good thing because when he drives the powered vehicles he tends to run in to everything. He also loves to swing and pretend to mow and edge.


Parker makes friends with just about anyone, whether it be the people at church or just passersby in the store. He is also the best talker of the bunch. He always has something to say. When it comes to eating, he proclaims that everything is his favorite. He will willingly eat any veggie that I put before him, and he usually will ask for seconds on veggies (with the exception of carrots, peas and asparagus--but this is still better than the other three).


Parker also loves to read. He completely floored me the other night, when we were reading "Brown Bear". He said "Mommy, I do it" and then he proceeded to read the whole story word for word all by himself. I ended up messing up our bedtime routine because I had to call Jason in to hear him read it again, but I just had to share my amazement. He also will not stay in his big boy bed. He is wonderful about falling asleep there, but every night around 11:00, we have what we like to call "Parker Hour" where he comes in to snuggle. I think he just likes the personalized time, but he will also not go back to his bed. So, we have a permanent place on the floor that he calls his bed. The only problem is, that sometime between the hours of 12:00 a.m. and 5:30 a.m., he makes his way back into the spot in our bed between Jason and me, and we are just too tired to realize that he is even there.



Parker started out as the biggest of the three at 5lb. 3 ou., but he has ended up being the smallest since he was two months old. He is right at the 50% in height, but his weight has always kept him in the 2nd%. He is always eating, so his doctor just thinks he will be a small framed boy. His size fits him, though, because his personality makes up for it. One thing I definitely know is that this boy is going places and I can't wait to see the adventures that he will take!

All About...Chase

I thought it would be fun to do a daily (ha..ha) or semi-weekly update on each boy. And since Chase usually goes last on everything because he is, after all, the youngest by two minutes, I thought that I would start with him.



Chase is an absolute sweetheart. Unfortunately, he got the OCD genes from both Jason and me, so he is REALLY OCD. I know I am bad, but this kid is worse. He is very much into things being in order and clean. He is obsessed with having a napkin at meals (like me), but wants a new one once his has one speck of food on it. Every morning, he helps Daddy and me with our bathroom necessities. He will get out my makeup and then closes the cabinet (because an open cabinet is one in disarray) and will hand Jason each clothing item as he gets dressed. We like to call him our little butler. He is also the most independent and has become obsessed with doing everything by himself. He wants so much to be like his big brother, Reid, that I can usually get him to do things by saying "Who can show me how a big boy does it." Just yesterday, he decided that he was going to bathe and dress himself.

Chase has the most contagious laugh, and he seems to be laughing all the time (a little on the prankster side). His giggle brings out a smile in just about anyone. He says the cutest things all the time. With the biggest Texas draw, he will say his name "Chaaaaase". Yesterday, he had me cracking up as he called "Dumbo"-"Gumbo".


He loves to eat spicy foods. He will eat salsa until he is literally red in the face. He is also still one of my best (and least pickiest) eaters.

Some of Chase's favorite things right now are playing outside (and driving the big truck--which he can really drive really well), swinging, playing trains and trucks, and playing with Reid. We have weaned him down to one paci (it's a start) and he still loves cuddling his two bears at night (although he is a bear himself to sleep with).


Chase loves reading books, and he has memorized his favorites, so he actually will read the story with me. One of his newest favorites is "Llama Llama Red Pajama". He will also sing any song as loud as he can and will usually scream at his brothers that it is "my turn" since he mostly enjoys hearing himself sing. Chase loves to say our dinner prayer and then during bedtime prayers, he will add his own special East Texas "Amen" during personal prayer time. He is also very attached to Miss Courtney at church, who has followed the boys as their Sunday School Director since they were babies. I don't know what we are going to do next year if and when we have to have a new director. Chase actually calls church "Courtney's house".

It is still so hard for me to realize that in just two and a half short years, Chase has gone from my sweet little 4 pound 9 ounce baby




to a spunky, full of life toddler. I can only imagine what is to come from my youngest buddy.

A Delayed Easter Recap

Well, it seems like I have really been absent from blog world. I was reminded ever so kindly by someone whom I dearly love. :) So, in order to pick up where I last left off...wherever that was...I thought that I would give an Easter recap and then hopefully get back on a more timely blog update schedule. We are also still working on everyone's rooms, so I thought I would post pictures of those when they are complete (so basically you can wait on those until sometime this summer). :)

We had a very eventful Easter this year. We spent the weekend before Easter with Granmommy, Opa, Aunt Lawren, Uncle David, and cousin Kynndal. The boys had a blast spending the entire Saturday outside. We even had lunch and dinner outside. All the kids enjoyed the egg hunt (well, except for Logan who was still trying to wake up from his nap). It was just a truly wonderful weekend of yummy food and fun fellowship. The boys also enjoyed getting to see that Opa was healing from his dare devil stunt of falling down the stairs, breaking 7 ribs, and collapsing his lung just two weeks prior. It was hard, though, because they had to resort to Daddy giving them tractor rides instead of Opa. They were not going to miss out on Opa time, though. They did well and were really gentle as they carefully climbed into his lap. The boys also made sure they got in plenty of Granmommy time.





The following week, Reid had his Easter party at school and we were in charge of the sweet snack. Reid and I made the cutest bunny cupcakes that everyone just loved.



Then came the busy weekend. Reid had T-ball practice in the morning and we had a Sunday School party that afternoon, so that left the late morning to make our annual bunny cake and dye eggs.

My little cake helpers




Most of the kids at the Sunday School party (who were anxiously waiting as the Daddy's hid eggs).


Easter Sunday was filled with treats from the Easter bunny, church, and an afternoon and dinner playing with MeMaw and PawPaw, who came over to our house to celebrate.
Let the hunt begin!


Logan would not put down the Thomas Lego set the EB brought, so he had to set it down to pick up each egg.



The loot! Of course, Chase popped a candy in his mouth just prior to the pic.




This year was so much fun, as the boys really got into the hunting, and Reid really started to grasp the real meaning of Easter. It was such a special blessing to hear him say that "Jesus died for our sins, but he rose again." Even my heart smiled!