Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 32nd

This Sunday, I appreciate my husband teaching my kids that it is okay to cry during movies.

Sadly it was Rocky he was crying over, but still... It happened during the part when Adrian had just given birth. And she told Rocky to come closer... and when he does she tells him to "win" (referring to his next fight).

You see, Rocky had been very discouraged with employment. He had tried dumb commercials and working at a meat processing plant but with no luck. He had to fight because it is all he knows how to do. So after his wife's supportive word "win", and a few tears from his number one fan Corey, training began and Rocky won.

Oh brother. I need a diet coke. What is it with guys and Rocky? Long live the Italian Stallion!

I hate the "burn"

I always get a little confused whenever the kids go back to school. Even though I still have two busy little people at home I do have a little more down time. Down time nags at me with guilt! I just can't relax. I always feel super guilty when Corey is working all day if I am at home scrapbooking or blogging.... I think I better be working all day also to make it fair. I never know where to draw the line in my mind about if it is okay to work on my "own fun" things. Also I feel guilty doing my "own fun" things if I haven't read my scriptures or exercised or cleaned the whole house or worked in the yard (who am I kidding on that one).... Anyway, so whenever I do work on my "own fun" things I feel guilty the WHOLE time. So I don't know how to find a balance in my mind.

So today to accomplish some of my back to school goals I decided to start doing some exercising. We all know from my glorious hike pictures that I am in need of a little getting into shape. So I always am trying to find something I will stick to and something that is right. I always never know if what I am doing is going to work. About a year ago I bought this little DVD.

I like it because it says 10 Minutes! I can do that, right?! So since school is in I can breathe a little bit more I am committing to doing two of the 10 minute segments every day. I just got done with doing my "sexy sculpted lower body" and "upper body tone and chisel", My arms actually hurt and I can barely type.

I was ever so disappointed when she said it was time to do the chair squats and there was no chair involved. Big disappointment. Also how come I am super out of shape...and yes I was "feeling the burn" but this lady is in super good shape but she is acting like this is hard for her? Shouldn't she be super toned by now and this would be like no big deal to her?

Also I don't like putting the tube under my feet and the holding it my hand. EWWW.

Letting it go....Letting it go.....

Anyway, I did learn that "tube tension training is fabulous"

so I hope that really is the case. I'll post some pictures of my "guns" in a few years.

Saltine Crackers never tasted so good!

You know it's true.


Saltine crackers are gross. But when you have been having the flu they are delectable.


Our family has been each taking their turn the flu. I hate that! Birthdays were ruined, barbecues were ruined, family dinners were ruined, amazing races were ruined...(darn you sauerkraut!)


So now I'm vegging (is it sad that word is in spell check? Do you think our ancestors did much vegging?) because I can't get motivated to work because I don't feel good and I have been back reading like 4 years of my new favorite "blob". http://www.reagansblob.com/. Check it out. Life's challenges sure are crazy sometimes. I love this girl. Both of them!


I have been thinking about fabric and how much I LOVE fabric. But I really am not much of a sewer so I thought maybe I should start making dresses for our church's humanitarian center. They were easy. And then I could buy cool fabric and not even feel the guilt! Maybe. I start thinking about sewing because Kate is going to almost move out of sleeping in our closet and then I will put my sewing table up again and it will be awesome. Corey and I have had a baby in our closet the majority of the time we have lived in this house. It has worked out great but now it is time for everyone to come out of my closet!


I love ORGANIZATION. Seriously. It gives me a mini "high". If I have organized something I think about it as I am going to sleep at night and I am happy. I go back to look at it over and over again. I love organization.

I have no before pictures which was stupid of me but here are some after pictures of the shelves I hung up in the top of my closet to help me have more things,... I mean room.

Yes, those are cassette tapes up there in my closet. I have some really great inspirational talks I don't want to get rid of! Also I found these gems!

They cracked Corey and I up! We thought we were so cool with them! They are honkin' huge! Oh.. the 80's. Good times.

Okay, my dad helped me put my shelves up. That's a dad's job right? I keep trying to convince him of that. But I did a lot of the work! I love and hate that kinda stuff.

And then today while being sick vegging on the computer I saw the most awesome solution to our doorless closets and our "need more storage in our rooms that have multiple children in them" problem. Here is what it looks like.

Sweet eh? This is another totally great blog.

http://www.knock-offwood.com/ (I love my friend who taught me to make links! I am so cool now)

So those are the ramblings of a sick persons day!

One mothers attack on dyslexia

Dyslexia. Ugh. I still hate you. I am still frustrated by you. I don't appreciate you yet.

Here is our fight against dyslexia thus far...


Rhett is now seeing a speech therapist who had to order a $1000.oo program for his treatment. He sees her twice a week. He likes to go. It doesn't surprise me. She is gorgeous. Tall, slender, fancy dresser, plus she gives him soda pop and candy. She also feeds him popcorn and lets him play on the computer during his break.



Here is what his homework looks like. She thinks he is coming along okay.







We have hung these signs around the house. We are trying to quiz him on his words.




Last year I bought him a TAG pen. Its is WAY cool. It reads the words of the books programed to work with the pen. So when I can't help him (which is often because of little siblings who need drinks 50 times a day) he can take his pen and read. You just point the pen on the word and it says it. What a world we live in.



One enormous factor in Rhett's learning problem is the fact that he has an alien inside his body in which I have come to lovingly refer to as ADHD. For anyone who doesn't believe it is a real thing please come sit by my kid during church. Please drive in the car next to my kid. You'll walk away a believer.

For anyone who believes better discipline could solve the problem, perhaps in some situations that may be true. I am a fan of good discipline. But there is truly a little motor inside my kid and I believe it is not in his power to control himself in regards to sitting still and not fidgeting and not trying to pull my arm hairs out at church and ...not, not, not....anything you can think of to be fidgety. He is not even allowed to ride on the front seat of the car with me.


Why is that again? Oh yes. Turn on the cigarette lighter, open the glove box, shuffle through the glove box, turn on the over head light, shut the glove box, shut off the overhead light, turn on the overhead light, turn off the overhead light, turn on the overhead light, turn on the radio, push a bunch of buttons, move the vents all one way, move the vents all another way, roll down the window, beg to steer, turn on the light, beg to steer, turn off the light, beg to steer, try to steer, ask me why just to annoy me over and over..... turn on the.....




"AAAAAHHHHHHHH! You are never riding in the front seat again!!!!!!"


And that is really not an exaggeration!


He truly can't seem to stop. Maybe over time he will develop some skills but for now it is not within his own capabilities.

Therefore ,


We have medicated him for ADHD. It BREAKS my heart and I know there is a lot of controversy. I am not the pro. I am learning as I go here but I am NOT going to let him not have every chance he can have. I know there may be lots of criticism on medication and I HATE it do death also but I am just doing my best here. I really hated it the first week when I kept finding him like this.... I was so depressed.



It took a few weeks to get use to the medicine. It made him so tired at first. It hurt to see him like this because it feels like I have stifled his personality. But is spasticness his personality or a symptom of his ADHD. It is hard to know what the right choice is. He has acclimated to the medicine and is doing better. I defiantly don't have all the answers and I am doing my best. I am not medicating him because he bugs me or because I am annoyed by him. I am medicating him because he literally can't sit still to work on his work.

Speaking of work....this kid is the best worker we have in our house. I think I will keep him. He loves to work and he is VERY capable and does a good job!

Also I just wanted to let you know that even though there is an alien in my child I have very high hopes for his future.


Like a lighthouse in the storm,



like a beacon in the night,



like Hershey chocolate to a depressed house wife...



I know of someone else who is riddled with ADHD (and he is medicated). And he is lighting my heart with hope, you know, when he isn't terrifying me with his scary talk.


(well, hello there Glenny! Lookin' good!)


Today I had to cry because I was thinking of my poor buddy at school. I was thinking of the teacher passing him out assignments and paper work. Although they are aware of his dyslexia he just can't have someone there every second. And if they forget to help him.... Anyway, I was picturing him just in a little fog because he can't read the top of the paper to know what he is suppose to do and he will be too embarrassing to ask.


The other day he got to go to dinner with some friends who have kids his age. He wanted help with the menu and the kids were surprised he couldn't read. He told them he had a disease.


I wish there was a little computer symbol to show a person with their big sad fat lip out.... Cause that's me.... right now.

Dear Dyslexia, you can go away now and take ADHD with you!

Corey just doesn't get me! He thinks I am just weird!

And I am not sure why!

Here is me. In my hair net. For our annual back to school party. Where I pretend to be the lunch lady and serve cafeteria food to the kids on lunch trays and we play a hot game of back to school bingo with prizes!




We invited some of Corey's high school friends over that are now my friends. It was great fun. But Corey was ever so embarrassed at me and my hair net. And at one point Corey's friend Darrin asked if I really worked in the cafeteria at the school.... And he was serious.

I think LOL is so cheesy to type but LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!! ROTFL!!!!!! ABCD!!!!!
It was too hysterical!

Happy Back to school to me!

Here is a picture of poor Rhett crying after a bratty teenager punched him on his first day of school because he didn't smile and we had to take another picture.



The first day was BLISS. Bo literally played with the play mobile toys for probably 7 hours that day. I had never seen anything like it. It was like everyone was finally out of his space and he could have some peace! Even Kate was much more mellow!

Here's to a great year of People's court!

Update on obeseness....

I am sure you have been wondering how our little obese bunny is doing. I was quite concerned for a while. Justine would have to make sure several times a day that she had rotated "The Fatty" as we would affectionately refer to her as.

Every morning Justine would have to turn her over because she was just too fat to get the job done herself. But here she is now!

Cute little stinker! We might keep her. We aren't sure yet. It will depend on if her legs are not turned out which is called "Cow hocks". Her dad "Chandler" carries this trait. Fine for pets but not for show. Sadly, we are bunny snobs at this house. We're just disgusting that way! Hopefully those ears go down as well!

Who says sugar cereal isn't good for you?

What does 5 boxes of "HoneyCombs" and a super cool couponing mom get you????

TOP

LOCKER,

BAeeBaaaY!!!

We went to high school registration and Kassidy was very distraught about having a bottom locker. You know, with the having to bend down and all (lazy bum).

So I suggested she post on FB and see if someone wants to trade sugar cereal for a top locker... You know (again), Since I bought 140 boxes of it for .50 cents a piece.

Within an hour, it was a go!

Kassidy is the proud new owner of a...... TOP LOCKER!!!!

Only problem in now someone knows her combo. Whatever. I am doing the best I can here. I just can't solve all the worlds problems.

Anyone want to make a trade? I already traded the neighbor this week for children's Tylenol, olives and magic erase markers... I have lots of Raisin Bran left....

Khronicles of Kate

The kids said she ate dog poop.

Enough said.

Bleaching her off right this very minute.

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 31st

Huh? What?



Nothing to see here.



I covered it already for this week.... on the post about my big night out on the town.... Bet you didn't think I would really count it did you. Hey, I gotta multi task whenever I can here.

My little hiker did it!

Corey climbed the 2nd highest peak in our state this morning! The mountain behind him is the highest mountain in our state which he climbed last year at this time.




Crazy, huh? You should see his weirdo leg muscles! Ones normal people just don't have.

I just couldn't help myself.

I was chauffeuring kids around a lot last week (what else is new) and I found myself thinking the same thought over and over again.

I was thinking about this...

I was thinking about what it was like when the nurse brings you your new baby and they are all wrapped up in these waffle blankets. How the waffle blanket just stretches over those babies in a tight snugly cocoony swaddle. And the babies love that. They are so happy all tight like that. I remember when the nurse taught Corey and I how to swaddle our first baby. We were so happy to know how to do it and I remember Corey being so attentive to learn from her.

I was thinking about how new those babies are and how sweet and how little.

I was remembering how it felt to hold them and pat their little bummies. You know how all people have their own familiar way they hold a baby? I apparently am a bum patter. I can sooth babies really good with the rhythmic bum pat. I hold them almost chest to chest, stuff a plug in and bum pat away. They love it. I love their little legs tucked up like little stink bugs.

I love everything about that feeling of a new baby in my arms. I love who it made me feel like. All motherly and womanly and feminly and pretty.

I feel most at home with my baby in my arms.

I feel most like "me" with my baby in my arms.

I feel the most comfortable in my own skin and the most like myself with my baby in my arms.

I feel my most "muchness" with my baby in my arms...

Anyway, I told myself to quit thinking about it. I did, I promise. But I just couldn't help to indulge.

I was remembering the baby's softness. Their fragile new fuzzy little skin. I always loved to pet their little soft heads. And the funny little faces they make. I was remembering those first two weeks with your new born before that newborn magic is gone. It really does only last such a short time and then they change. I think I cried to my BFF, with about the last four of my babies, about how heartbreaking it was they couldn't stay one week old forever. She always "got" me on that and would mourn with me, and let me mourn all I wanted over it. She really understood.

I was thinking all of those little baby thoughts.
I had a little heart ache in my heart and a little cry in my throat but I just couldn't resist letting myself have some time with those thoughts. I miss those babies.




Nobody panic. I'm not saying I want one (okay, I do, but I'll refrain because of past stated issues). But I miss those babies. I miss them the second I have them knowing they aren't going to last that new more than a few weeks.
I wish I could just keep one in the closet and love on it for a few hours and then tuck it back away for the next day.

Okay, I totally don't know how that would work but it would still be nice if somehow it could and it wouldn't be bad for the baby.


On a wierd little side bar:

You know how it seems like some women always get little dogs to fill their motherly needs? I have thought a lot, and if I can't run my orphanage or have enough money to be like a volunteer baby rocker in hospitals where they need baby rockers, or be a nurse with the babies, or adopt a baby, then this is what I am going to have to get.

I don't want a little dog. I want this bird.

I have actually wanted it for a good 15 years now but have been busy with babies. But if I can't have babies then I am having this. NO MATTER WHAT! (well, almost NO MATTER WHAT) So start saving your money... Corey.

If you get them right from the egg, they are really sweet little birds.

Look at me! In the real world tonight!

Last night I got to go to dinner with Corey's employers. Ohhh Ohhh Ahhhh Ahhhh. Yes. Very exciting. Seems like that kind of thing doesn't happen much any more. They are from out of town and we have only met people from his company once. They were treating us to basically the nicest restaurant in town. It is so fun when you get a treat like that and you don't have to worry about the price. We also got to sit by the enormous window right by the river and it was beautiful.



So it is always very stressful for me. Which of the two shirts, that aren't stained, am I going to wear? What do I not say to not embarrass Corey? How can I look as skinny as possible?


As I was driving I realized I forgot my fancy necklace! Grr. I really wanted to make a good impression!



Since I showed you all my horrible pictures from the hike here is an actual picture of me with make up on and my hair down. Although it is a weird picture since I had to take it of myself. If I want Corey to like me I'll wear my hair down. It works like a charm. But because I get hot it is almost always up. But I know he hates short hair so I won't cut it. It is a dilemma that is for sure! My way cool photographer friend's ( http://www.emilyandnate.net/) husband wont tell her which way he like her hair. Don't you think that is one smart husband?


So I got my hair down and flat ironed the crud out of it just the way he likes it.


Here is me....



I even wore lipstick which Corey noticed because he told me I was glossy. Ha. You know how you are suppose to dress nice and prettied up for your husband? I am awful at that. I hope someday I will do a better job but for now it is just not happening. Also, I did my own make up in high school and have never ONCE changed my ways. I draw those two big black football player lines under my eyes. I am not sure why I do that. Also I think my eyes always look slightly spooky. They are too shiny and with my black make up on I notice I often look freaky.


Anyway I am going to tell you in detail what I ate so you can live vicariously through me in case you never get to go to the nicest place in town either. It was all I could do not to take pictures of my food but I thought they might think that peculiar.


We started off with Escargot which of course is this...

drenched in butter and garlic sauce over dried bread. Had it before..it was fine.

We had calamari which of course, is this....

had it before, not really a fan.... Come to think of it, I had a traumatic experience once with an octopus and maybe that is why I don't like it.

Then I had a salad with cashews and baby shrimp with garlic house dressing and rolls with real butter. And fresh ground pepper...by the cutest girl waitress ever.

Then for my dinner I had stuffed halibut. Doesn't that sound divine? It was. It was stuffed with fancy cheese, crab, and shrimp. It was so good. And it was served with garlic potatoes that has so much yummy butter my arteries clogged right then. And that halibut had some lime sauce on it. With fresh chives. And a wine sauce. But the alcohol cooks out so I'm good, right?

Anyway dinner was fun. These guys were the pros, with back up conversation planned when we ran out of stuff to say. At one point the boss guy even said..."So here's a funny story..." and he proceeded to tell us, indeed, a funny story. Smooth.

They were so nice and were sufficiently in awe of our 6 children and their snazzy "how does she do it" mother and they were very kind. I was even able to sneak in a brag about Corey jogging 6 miles a night. These guys are from out of town where exercising is trendy. They had just exercised to come to dinner. Have you noticed exercising is becoming trendy around here also? Everyone is running. I guess I will always be un cool.

Also they toasted the husbands. That was slightly awkward. Do I toast since I am not one of the ones being toasted to? Do I toast to the good workers even though I didn't start the toast and really was just a wife intruding on the work dinner? (Did I mention I was the only wife who came? I guess I need out of the house more than the other wives.) Can you toast with water? I thought it was just if you had champagne? What are the toasting etiquette's? I for sure don't know. So I toasted.

We are lucky that Corey is contracted through great employers. They send us a ham at Christmas, a gift card for Corey's birthday and even an e-mail on our anniversary. Crazy huh?

And then to top off the night when they asked if anyone wanted dessert Corey piped in that he would love a turtle brownie something fancy ice cream dish, for he and I to share. Most people never get dessert and I love dessert and he knew I would want one but would NEVER order it so he saved the day for me. Wasn't that the best? What a great doughnut I have for a husband. He doesn't even like sweets!!!

(P.S.... That counted for appreciation number 31, right????)

Anyway, fun night. Made me think I am super sheltered and need to get out in the world more. I almost professed my love for Glenn Beck but the realized these guys might not love my Glenny and maybe politics isn't appropriate dinner convo. So I need more life experience than you find when you are living in a small town and raising little goof balls all day. Someday I want to live in New York where you don't have a car and you live in a small apartment and walk where ever you go and go to plays and museums and the market and the book store. Doesn't that sound like fun?

The best part of the night though was when I came home (a little later than Corey because we drove separately and I stopped at the fabric store (I am dying for new curtains which somehow must include aqua in them)) and the sun was going down and it was dusk and Corey was hitting the softball to Justine in the field in front of our house and Kate was pushing her baby in the stroller close by and Bo who was still wearing his pajamas for the day came to say hi and I threw the ball with Rhett to pass off part of his cub scouts. That was way better than eating snails anyday!

Okay, I admit it. I'm a little nutty.... BUT.....

I LOVE THE DOG!


Not this dog....



(okay, she is alright, too.)


The DOG! The bounty hunter dog!



I can't help it! He makes me very happy! I am assuming you all know whom I am referring to... My "Dog the Bounty Hunter" dog.





He is, of course, rough around the edges, but he has to be to work with all those criminals.



He is, of course, sporting some sort of crazy long crocheted things in his hair but I love him anyhow.



I admit, he maybe could put a shirt on under his leather vest to cover his leathery skin but I don't care.


I know his hair is a little crazy mo hawkish on the top. He addressed that on Larry King! Give him a break. He's a bounty hunter. He doesn't need good hair.


When I watch his show I just laugh and smile the whole way through. It makes me happy.



He prays and he is very sincere and I love him and I believe in him! Heavenly Father hears all different kinds of prayers from all different kinds of people! I know it's true. The Dog is really trying to help the people he captures. He has to tear them down for a bit and then he builds them back up. He is good! I promise.


I love Beth and even though her "blessings" (as Dog refers to them) are enormous, I still think she is FAB.


I love Leland and Duane Lee, and Tim Chapman and baby Lisa and the prodigal nephew, Justin. So there.

My friend Terri was on her way to Hawaii. It was her mission to find the Dog's office for me and to much effort she did! Hooray!

(Terri)

I love her so much. She is so loyal. She got me pictures, an autographed picture, and my own dog tags that say "The Dog". Much to my children's chagrin, I have worn them. I think I might tonight for my husbands work dinner. That will make an impression!

Love it!

Since we no longer have cable I was forced to buy the season off eBay. Corey would occasionally find me watching them and I would be all smiles. There is just something about them. They make me happy.

My dad can't figure it out AT ALL. He thinks "the Dog" is bad.....

I just don't think he has taken the time to get to know him yet.

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 30th and a whole bunch of other thoughts!

I had a friend suggest the commas go like that. Does that seem right? I'm serious, I need a "commas for dummies" book.

That, and I also want a "Constitution for dummies". Does anyone know if they make that?

Dear Glenny, I have not forgotten about you. I am still thinking about the wonderful revitalization and am getting very close to documenting what I learned there. Even though you want me to home school, I need the kids to go back to school because I can't get ANYTHING done! It hurts my self esteem that I don't think I can be a homeschooling mom because... honestly, I like them all better when they are gone.... Oh, just joking, I like them when they are watching movies, too. How do you homeschooling people get your own stuff done? And when I say "own" stuff, I just mean like dinner, laundry, bills, etc.... I wanted to be that girl but I think I am just...not. Wah.

Okay, back to appreciation Sunday.

Can you even believe this is number 30???????? That is a over 7 months of appreciations!

I know you all think I am married to the perfect husband now because of all the flowery wonderful appreciation posts. Isn't he lucky? I make him sound pretty good, don't I?

For your information...I am the queen of thinking the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. Trust me, the queen! So I can't go anymore with my appreciation posts without clarifying something... The grass is not greener over here. I know I have made it look pretty sweet, but it is not greener. Even though I have just given you thirty reasons to love Corey he isn't perfect. (don't tell him I told you so!)

My desires in writing my appreciating posts is not to say "look how wonderful we are" or "look how great my husband is"...

My desire in writing the appreciation posts is to see the doughnut and not the hole.

"It is easy to see the doughnut hole in a person. But it is much better and much more rewarding to try to see the doughnut of the person. It begins to change our whole vision and slowly those tempting imps that usually say "see that hole? whoah, look at that hole!" start to fade away until they are gone. It doesn't come naturally, we have to choose it. Seeing the hole does come naturally however. We have to choose not to see the hole." -Said by Kirstin, my wise, flower loving, gorgeous grass watered with timers and elaborate non sprinkler systems loving, friend.


I firmly believe if we start to look for the good and see the good..., life, families, and marriages will improve and can even be saved. I think it is giving one another charity to do so. It is so easy to get caught up in the bad, especially "comparing" (which I have learned is extremely dangerous to ones happiness) that we have to fight and constantly (and I mean constantly) be looking for the good. I am not perfect, neither is he. But I hope we can cut each other a break. I want to be cut a break, don't you?

So back to appreciating Corey...

About 5 years ago we spent what felt like a fortune and bought one of those enormous pools. We have got so much use out of that pool. The kids play and play in it. Corey plays in it. It is fun.

I have spoken with so many people who had one but it was to much of a pain for them and they don't have it anymore.

So it occurred to me that Corey is spending a lot of time maintaining our pool and I am not noticing. So I am thankful for his hard work and his efforts to keep the pool nice and enjoyable for swimming. It gives the kids great exercise and summer fun. It has also lasted 5 years thanks to his maintenance. Awesome!

(letting the water out for Fall)

We play fun games in the pool. One is called toilet bowl. If you all get in the pool and walk one direction it gets the water rushing around super fast like a toilet bowl and then the current just keeps floating you around. Super fun.

Also I wanted to say, don't you think it will be so neat for my kids to someday read about all the things I appreciated about their dad?

Also, if I forget, remind me to take out the part about liking it when my kids are gone. Pretty please....

The Bomeister!

Ya know how kids do things only semi cute and parents tell you about it and you have to grin and act like it is adorable because the parents are so proud of their semi- cute/funny kids? Well, here is one of those moments. So sorry if this isn't a thriller of a post but the blog is my "journal" and I want to remember these little moments.


Bo is the most gentlest little lovey head in the world. He loves me so much and of course to a mom that is huge! He always wants to hug and kiss me.


So yesterday he hits his little sister.


ME: "You don't hit girls"


HIM: "I hate girls"


ME: "Then you hate me because I am a girl"


HIM: "Oh, (little laugh) I love you, mom"


ME: "But I am a girl, and you hate girls"


HIM: "I love girls that are moms"


Aww. Sweet guy. He wasn't happy at the thought that he might hate me. And I loved that he would tell me right away that he loved me. Cute little sweet guy.


Aside from his first year of life, where he had 13 ear infections and I was literally up every night, often all night, practically the whole year long, which has then left him with a significant speech delay and developmental delay, he has been maybe the easiest little toddler we have had as far as obedience and not getting into too much trouble. Justine might be in first place for that but he is definitely a close second.

Also don't get too use to that adorable face. In September he has to have his two front teeth removed. Gonna break my heart. For reals. It is so sad when they lose their baby teeth. For some reason (don't look at me, .... no really... don't.) he has had trouble with decay on those teeth and he fights infection with them so since he is almost 5 the dentist just wants to take them out. Wah.