Remember beepers?

So, we live in Washington State now. We're planning to live here forever. Kids are growing up. Abram got baptized this year. Isaac is going through a difficult stage. It's called 6. Six and 3 were the most difficult for my boys. I wonder if it goes in threes. I should count my blessings that it's not every 2 years. Craig's a real dentist now. I'm full-time at the college now. That's the gig with us. I lost touch during dental school. It was a hard 4 years. I'm hoping to get back in the communication phase of my life. However, I am wondering if I should expend any energy writing in this blog now, or if no one reads this form of communication any longer. Respond to my post if you read these, just so I know. Thanks!:)

Instead of band aids

Every notice how kids are all about the band aids?

Isaac was informing us how when you get shots, it's okay because then you get band aids. To which Craig told the boys that when he gave his patients shots he didn't give them band aids. Abram pipes up in his best know-it-all tone and says, "Yeah. He gives them false teeth."

So funny how my boys interpret things. It's also funny that both my boys thought just because the got a shot that someone should give them something!

Dentist in the Making

Abram had a dollar and wanted to go to the Dollar store to buy a toy. Isaac asked to go as well and Craig informed him that him didn't have a dollar. Isaac said, "Well give me a dollar." Craig told him that he needed to earn it. Isaac logically said (pointing to his front tooth), "Okay, I'll just take this tooth out," like it was totally normal to just yank a tooth out. Wow. Can you guess what his daddy does all day? ;)

Huber Logic

"Can you clean my cheeks because my tongue can't reach them?"

I'm for sure going to hell

On the way home from CHURCH yesterday Abram starts singing a dirty version of Love is Spoken Here. Now, I am appalled that this happened, but at the same time I was busting a gut...man that kid is clever. He starts out with, "I see my mother stinkin'" and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing so I couldn't reprimand him. He continues singing and throwing in comments about underwear, the toilet and underpants. It's not until he actually replaces the words "her plea to the Father" with "a foot to the penis" that I have enough breath to stop the child.
On one hand I want to beat him for being so irreverent. On the other, I want to congratulate him on being so creative with the correct rhythm on words and music. I ended up just telling him to "stop, please stop" while being totally red in the face. I'm not sure if he thinks I was angry or trying not to laugh. Actually, I'm not sure if I was angry or trying not to laugh...I'm for sure going to hell for this one. I at least had to share my downfall so you know better than to become a victim.

Discipline: Not period, comma

Me: Isaac, get your foot off the table. You can make us sick.
Isaac: Ignores
Me:push Isaac's foot off the table
2.5 seconds later
Issac:puts foot on table
Me: Isaac, get your foot off the table. It has germs on it and can make us sick.
Isaac: Ignores
Me:push Isaac's foot off the table
2.5 seconds later
Isaac:puts foot on the table
Me: Isaac, get your foot off the table or you're going to your room...period.
Isaac: No, not period. Comma.

Primary

We had alot of things going on with Primary this year. Isaac is now a Sunbeam. I got released from Primary. I do not have a calling in Primary for the first time in 7 years or so. Feels kinda weird, but I'm sure it will be good. Here's a picture for your enjoyment. Doesn't he look miserable. It's slowly getting better.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Isaac! We are so glad to have our little boy. He's still our cuddly, wonderful, irrational little boy. I'll post pictures soon.
Craig made a dinosaur cake with hersey kisses as the spikes along it's back and head. For some reason, Isaac keep insisting they were penises on his head. Our boy is into the potty language nowadays. I think he thinks it's funny. We definitely love him.