Easter Morning

We had a great Easter! Actually, it wasn't all that great to start with......I was SICK, SICK, SICK Easter morning, so no church for me! H did his best to get the boys to Sunday School and they did make it, but I am sad to say that I do not have one single picture of all of my men in their Easter clothes.....so sad! They looked so handsome. I had even bought H a new shirt and tie that coordinated (sort of) with the boys' clothes....but don't tell him that....he would die!!!! Anyway, maybe we can stage an Easter morning picture, since I have taken to doing that recently. If you can't capture the moment, recreate it! But I did get some basket pictures....and eventually I felt better and we had lunch with mama...and can I just say, it was SO GOOD! Why does everything taste better at your mama's? It takes me to a place of happy that I cannot explain to you.













How about this face?! Joy and intense satisfaction with the contents of his Easter basked?.....Sure!

We FINALLY lost it.......

To the unfamiliar reader, you might think I was referring to our minds....and, you are probably closer than I would like to think that you are......

Or, you might think I was referring to weight....Nope...that was last year, and although it would be nice to lose a few pounds, I am pretty sure it isn't happening.....

But, to the familiar, tried-and-true, stick with me even when I don't post often enough reader, you will know I am talking about.....

THE TOOTH!!!!!!!














Those tooth-losers who have gone before us have set a very high precedence for the tooth fairy.....some teeth go for as much as $10.00. I am not familiar with that tooth fairy, and if I haven't met them, they can't come into my house at night while I am sleeping and take things and leave money in their place......so, our tooth fairy only left $5.00 (the $5.00 tooth fairy is the one I know...not from experience....the tooth fairy of my childhood only left $1.00....but I met this new guy a few years ago when I realized my child would actually loose teeth one day, and, if I could quit crying long enough, I would have to have some up-to-date know on the tooth fairy).....but it was 5 $1 bills.....Leighton loves lots of bills...no matter the denomination! All is well!

(Did you notice that you almost can't tell he lost a tooth because the other one is practically ALL THE WAY IN!!!!!!)

(Now the one right beside it is loose!)

Excuse me while I cry my eyes out!

This very well could be the last box of diapers I ever buy for myself! Well, not actually for MYSELF, but for a person who lives in my home......and for some reason, I just want to cry! Part of me is thinking, wow, this is great....think of all of the money I can save by not having to buy diapers by the truckload...and hey, we can all go to the bathroom in the potty, no more wipes, no more dirty diapers....and then the mommy side of me thinks, how could it have gone by so fast? How can it possibly be that I am getting ready to potty train my youngest child? Where in the world has the time gone? And, to be honest, I would probably let him stay in diapers until dooms day, but HE has informed me that he is ready to use the potty....well, not is so many words, but we have hit a patch of pulling our diapers off ALL THE TIME! He thinks it is the funniest thing. The other night H went into his room to check on him after he had gone to sleep, and he came into the living room and asked me if I had checked on him...I said no, and he said, "Well, he doesn't have a diaper on." And then he just looked at me...like I had put our child to bed without a diaper on...so, when I went to look, he was laying on his tummy, t-shirt on, asleep, sucking HARD on his paci, and all bare on the bottom half. I sooo wish I would have gotten a picture. It was too cute! When I asked him about it the next morning, he said he just wanted to take it off (for another story see Funny Things My Boys Said)...anyway, a few nights ago when I got him out of the bathtub he said to me, "I want to put on a big boy diaper." So I said, "Well, what kind of diaper is this?" (referring to the Pamper in my hand)....he said, "That is a baby diaper." "Well, Logan, what kind of diaper do big boys wear?" "They are the kind that have Meo (Nemo) on them and you just pull them up." So, at this point, I decide he must be talking about pull-ups...yes, my child asked for pull-ups....so besides the fact that is ready for pull-ups he is also ASKING for them.

This is too much for this mama's heart! I long for the small baby I could cuddle and rock and love on....wait, who am I kidding, he has always been beyond that.....he was too involved in the world around him to do much of that...but I can dream! And then, I stop and thank God for the fact that I have not one, but two, healthy, active, energetic boys who are becoming quite independent and so much fun to talk with. So, how about y'all? Any mommy moments lately?

Put Me In Coach.....

Friday, April 2nd.....a day that will go down in the books...what books, you say? Well, I am not sure...but, it was the day of our first baseball game! It is going to be so much fun! I was so unsure when we first signed him up....I had no idea if it would be all that he wanted it to be, if he would like it, if it would be too hard...so many questions...but he has absolutely fallen in love with BASEBALL!!!! And he is doing great! But I will have to say, it has brought up feelings in this mama's heart that I thought I would never have to deal with....I have always tried to be level headed and I always, ALWAYS tell my friends that if I start acting like one of "those" crazy parents, to please help me with a reality check...but then we start something like this and I realize, it is hard to fight those demons that rise up....you think it is okay if your child isn't great at a sport, but then when it really comes down to it, maybe it isn't...I mean, of course it is, but maybe in a mama's heart we just can't take it....those feelings of "is my kid as good as your kid?", "are we playing a good position?", "how is he hitting compared to everyone else?"....I am just trying to be real with y'all....we say that stuff doesn't matter, and it shouldn't, but it is hard to fight those feelings (pause for a moment to honor 'I Can't Fight this Feeling')....anyway, so it has been an experience is all I am saying! And I couldn't be prouder......


















Another thing that I am trying to understand is the etiquette of the baseball park....and if you haven't ever been there and think I am crazy, it is DEFINITELY a culture of its own.....I will have to get better! First of all, I think there must be some unwritten rule that if you are really hard core, then you ALWAYS bring your own folding chair to sit in...apparently bleachers are for amateurs. Those folding chairs aren't for the faint of heart! And then there is the manner of all things entertaining for small children.....I mean, I have just taken to losing my youngest son at least once a night at the ballpark (this is a post for another day), but this idea of acutally bringing something to entertain small children while you actually attempt to watch the game could be a winner! Also, it seems that I must brush up on my assault skills as there is a sign posted on ALL if the little league fields that reads something like "Assault of a Sports Official is a Class A Felony and is punishable by blah, blah, blah"....really, on the fence at the little league field?!? I have a lot to learn....I should go and get started...but not before I give you (drum roll please) the greatest news......

In our VERY first t-ball game, Leighton actually was "awarded" the game ball!!!! Do you think it would be too much if I had it bronzed?!?!












And, how about that team? How do you like the ratio of coaches to players?

Funny things said

Funny things said by my boys....

Leighton first:

I must begin by saying that my first born is SO smart....but he is not always real concerned with the details...and one of my favorite things about him is that he is constantly getting similar words mixed up....below are 2 cases in point......

This story does require a little background. Leighton has always had an issue with remembering to zip up his pants...since, well, forever.....it is just one of those details that he really isn't too concerned with. So we are constantly reminding him to zip up so the cow won't get out of the barn, etc.....well, 2 weekends ago, H and I had a "way back" moment and discussed button fly Levi's....so all weekend long we made reference to "your fly being opened", "zip your fly", etc....well, Monday morning Leighton was getting ready for school in the living room. When I told him to head to his bathroom and brush his teeth, when he stood up....you guessed it....his "fly" was open.....so I said to him "Buddy, look at your pants." To which he replied, "Oh no, my "bird" is open!" I just cracked up....when I told him the word was fly, he said "Oh, yeah, whatever!" (which is what he says to most everything)

Again, this one will require a little background. SEVERAL weeks ago, on a Friday night, our entire family pretty much camped out in our living room and watched about 10 episodes of America'a Funniest Home Videos. We laughed hysterically! Even Logan....anyway, one of the clips was of some guys who had waxed another man's back in a certain shape or in a word or something...whatever it was, it involved removing part of the man's back hair (this one was pretty gross....not too funny to me....) but Leighton thought it was just hilarious....and he has asked about a million questions about it since then....questions like "How did they do that?" "Why did they do that? Just to be funny?" "Do you think it hurt?" "Do you think the man thought it was funny?"....on, and on, and on....anyway, fast forward to last Thursday afternoon...we are on our way to the dentist and Leighton starts talking about it AGAIN. After the usual questions with the usual answers, he says this, "Well, mama, I can tell you this, I won't be putting any goose tape on my hairs." And I am thinking, what? what in the world is goose tape? And then it hit me, so I say "Duct tape, baby...the word is duct tape." Can you guess his reply? "Oh, yeah, whatever!"

Logan second:

(overheard by me as he was "talking" with H)
H: "Logan, don't stand up in that chair. You will fall."
L: "But, daddy, I want to!"
H: "I don't care. You have to do what I say. I am the boss."
L: "Daddy, you not the boss."
H: "Yes I am and if you get up in that chair, I will spank you."
L: "What about if I just do it like this, daddy, just little like this?"
(he had one of his little chairs and at this point he is standing in it but squatting down)
H: "No, Logan, not even like that. Get down."
L: "What about this, daddy, what if I just do this?"
(now he is squatting in the chair with one leg down on the floor)
H: "Logan, I told you I would spank you if you got in that chair."
L: "But, daddy, what if I just do it like this? I don't have to do it big."
(and now we are curled up in a ball in the chair)
H: "Buddy, the best thing for you to do is get out of the chair before you get in trouble."
L: "MAMA!!!!!!!!"

And then there was this:

Mama: "Logan, get in your bed and cover up...it is time to go to bed. I will be back in to check on you in just a few minutes."
L: "Mama, you lay beside me?"
M: "I might in a minute, but I have go and do a couple of things first...you just close your eyes. I love you."
L: "Wub you too."
(Minutes pass...maybe 3....)
L: "Mama, come here!"
L: "Mama, I need you!"
L: "Hey, I take my diaper off!"
M: "WHAT?!?!"
(so I go to his room - he is neked - not to be confused with naked - from the waist down - feet up in the air, hands on "tail" as he calls it)
M: "Log, why did you take your diaper off?"
L: "Well......well.....I wanted to!"

Does anyone other than me think I might have a strong willed, just a teensy bit PERSISTENT child on my hands?