What Moab might be like

My cute little boys are so excited for our Moab trip that they spent all afternoon drawing pictures of what Moab might be like.

These are Carson's:

Here we are under Delicate Arch

 Here is the hotel with lobby, pool, and beds

 Here we are by the pool

 Here are Nathan's:

Our family at the pool

 Bed at the hotel

 A lizard under the arch

I though these were so cute. I couldn't get the computer to orient them the right way, but I had to save them. So darling. I am glad I did! I hope they love it as much as they think they will!

Dip

In an effort to eat more veggies, I have been trying to have some dip on hand. It seems like we all do better with the carrots with a little of Grandma Elaine's Veggie Dip on hand. The kids seem to like the dip better than the carrots. I can't say I really blame them. But, this can't be good...

Nothing like a lick of dip right off the finger! Yum!

We've had a sicky...

Logan had been so sick. He had thrown up, had a runny nose, had a caugh. He wouldn't eat. It was making me crazy. We had our trip to Moab planned and he wasn't getting any better. We didn't want to miss it. He took some antibiotics. They didn't help. So we knew we were in for the long haul with a virus. He lost a couple of pounds. For him this is huge. He is skin and bones. He is our tiny guy. He got down to 33 pounds. But, like a miracle from heaven...an answer to prayers...he woke up on the Monday before we left all better. It was like a switch flipped. It was long 10 days but we were so glad to have his funny quirky self all better!

 Look at those sick eyes...

Nothing makes a little boy feel good like a lick of shaving cream! Gross Luke! Funny baby!

Sometimes magic happens...

Sometimes on special days like St. Patrick's Day magic happens! My boys were a little sceptical as they got up that morning looking to pinch anyone that had forgotten green. I mixed up pancakes as usual. I put in flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, oil, eggs, and milk. There was nothing special happening yet. Then I put the beaters in. I turned the mixer on AND...the pancakes were green. This is absolutely amazing since no St. Patrick's Day magic has ever happened at our house. It was our first. Carson was a little nervous about green pancake, because he doesn't really love to eat anything green. It might be healthy, after all. The rest of the boys loved it! They also loved our rainbow of fruit. Who knew that putting fruit into a kabob would make it the best fruit ever! I think Robbie and I got one skewer each. They tried a new fruit...kiwi. They loved it!

 messy face=happy kid

Now after the luck and magic of St. Patrick's Day is over, I have only one question...how did I get so lucky to have these sweet little boys to raise and love and teach every day?

Did I mention that I love bedtime?

I love bedtime. I know that I should cherish these little ones. In fact, one quote I love is, "Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older." True fact. Sad. BUT, still, I love bed time. I am a super committed mom until about 8:30. Then I am just done. But with these little faces looking up at me, how can I not love puting them to sleep?

Moves like Napoleon

 Just the other day we watched Napoleon Dynamite. I am not sure what the boys thought. I guess I didn't realize how innocent they are. They were sad that people were mean to him. But one realization that came from watching that show was that Nathan's dance moves are pretty sweet and resemble those of Napoleon himself.

As far as dancing is concerned, this boy definately marches to the beat of his own drum...and...I LOVE it! He is so cute, funny, and fearless! 

Bigfoot

Our boys LOVE stories. LOVE them. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE them. You get the idea. They especially love when Grandpa Bob tells stories. Since Carson and Nate were tiny, like 3 and 1, they've heard stories about Bigfoot. There is always an encounter in the woods, an act of bravery, and a close escape (usually via four wheeler).

Robbie has added that Bigfoot likes Tootsie Rolls. So, his stories include Bigfoot needing a snack.

I am a combination storyteller. I hadn't told stories for a long time. The other night, Logan was on my lap and I had the 3 bigger boys undivided attention. I can't even remember what all I said. I know I said that Logan was so brave and cut Bigfoot's hair with his light saber. Logan said, "I am not brave. I am scared." We argued back and forth. Then I moved on. A minute later I looked over and Logan had his eyes covered. I said, "Logan, what are you doing?" He told me, "It is so scary. I can't watch." Apparently this little boy has a very vivid imagination. It cracked me up! 

I love this little boy...dirty face and all! He is so funn!