Picture update

My little cub scoutEthan loves cub scouts. He had his first pinewood derby and did awesome. His car got third place. He was winning until his wheels got bent. Oh well, we have plenty of years to perfect it. He loves scouts, and he loves his scout leaders. Jenna looks tiny in her high chair. She is eating all kinds of baby food and cereal. She loves it. She is trying to grab all things in front her so we have to be very careful.

I don't know why the picture turned like this but oh well. This is Taylor's "special bed". It is on the floor right by my bed. He loves to make a cozy little bed and sleep there. I have to limit it to once a week because I already have Jenna in bed with us. I don't need a family bed going on.

5 months~ and other ramblings...

I have been a slacker in the blogging department lately. I am finding it hard to get the weeds pulled, flower beds ready, keep up with the laundry, house, dinner... when am I supposed to blog? Well, I thought I would take a second to record a few things while my class is at recess.

**Miss Jenna is now 5 months old. It has been 5 months of pure joy. I love to cuddle and kiss on her. She weighs a little over 13 pounds, and started wearing 3-6 month clothes a few weeks ago. That has been fun! She is eating all kinds of baby food or cereal 3 times a day. Her accomplishments this past month are mastering the art of: rolling over, grabbing anything and everything that is in front of her, (her favorites are her wipes and my hair:) spitting up baby food, picking up her legs to get her bum wiped, making strangers break into a smile just by looking at her, kissing everyone with a big open mouth (and lots of slobber), waking Mom and Dad by talking and playing. One funny thing she did this month was the other night, I was really tired and thought I would try laying her on the floor next to my bed. So I made her a cuddly little spot between my bed and the wall. After she was asleep, I snuck her on to the floor. She laid there for a minute, and then started to wiggle around. She opened her eyes to look for me and started to fuss. When I picked her up she gave me a huge smile and snuggled in. I thought, "What was I thinking?" I love these snuggles, my boys used to like to cuddle too, they are only babies once.

** Ethan and Taylor officially started T-ball. Taylor is super excited that he can finally play. Ethan is disappointed that he can't play T-ball. They are so different, it is funny. They ride the bus to Byron and walk to the T-ball field. It is so nice!

**I only have a couple weeks of school left. I am ready for summer and fun. I can't wait to slow down. I love that my job allows me to spend the summer with my family. I

R-rated post

This story is a little explicit, but it is through the eyes of a six year old- and it is hilarious. Taylor's kindergarten class was doing swimming lessons in school a couple of weeks ago. One of the first days Taylor came into the classroom and was noticably sad. I asked him what was wrong and he was very hesitant to share his trauma with me. He told me I needed to shut the door. I guess he was in need of a serious conversation. It went like this.
T: Mom, the boys were teasing me in the bathroom today.
Me: What happened?
T: I had to get naked to put my swimming suit on.
M: Yes, so did everyone else.
T: Well it was embarrassing!
M: Why? (Thinking he is not at all modest around home. I have to tell him about five times to get dressed.)
T: Well __________ (Name left out for obvious reasons) started saying "Hey everyone look! Taylor has huge balls!"
M: Oh my, what did you say?
T: I told them "They're not balls. They are testicles." (duh)
M: Oh, that was good, did they stop?
T: No, I said "Will you stop? Will you stop? I even said "MAY YOU PLEASE STOP?" and they still didn't Mom? I hate ___________.
M: Well, we don't hate anyone, but did you tell the teacher?
T: NO MOM! You can't talk to teacher about balls. (I thought they were testicles:)
M: Well, get dressed in the bathroom next time.
This satisfied Taylor and our "serious" conversation came to an end. I was nearly boiling over from laughing inside. But I did pull it together for the sake of Taylor's very sensitive feelings. When I shared this story with David his response was "That's my boy!" He was not at all concerned with his poor son's devastation. Men! Ethan's response, "He should be proud!" How quickly things change. For the time being, I will so enjoy Taylor's innocence.

I hope you were not too offended, this is definitely one for the books!