Us Against Them

    Happy Fourth, everyone!  We had a great day.  It was super busy but also super awesome.  We went out to breakfast as a family and ran some errands for last minute food stuff and invited a whole bunch of neighbors to come join us in our driveway for a christening of Dustin's new grill.  Of course, being last minute as we are, I think people already had plans and we didn't get anybody telling us they'd come.  Except one good friend and we decided to relocate to their house.  So we packed up the kids, the food and he came with his truck to pick up the grill.  They have a great yard with lots of shade and it was perfect.  He also works for Frazzle now and happened to have a machine for work so the kids got some red and blue slurpees which was a big hit!  We brought big bubbles which did okay, but mostly ended up in little ones drinking the solution.  Oops.      I also got to meet Josie, who I love so much, even ...

     Every time we left the house, for several months, this is the conversation we had while buckling Jude. Me: push J: push Me: good push J: me good push Me: yeah, Jude J: yeah, Mom Me: yeah, Jude Repeated three times because there are three buckles to the car seat.      Anytime Jude cries we ask him, what's wrong?  He says, "Me crying."  And we say, why are you crying?  "Me crying like this." We have to deduce the reason for tears.  It's never an easy straight forward route.      All night as we prepared for bed time Jude told me he wanted to be naked.  Baylee and Tate took showers, Baylee was first but Tate thought he was first.  So Tate had already undressed and Dustin told him to go wait in his room since he had already undressed.  He didn't exactly wait in his room.  He more pranced about showing off his nakedness.  Hence Jude's strong desire to be naked.  I felt I wa...

That's all.  We're back.  I'm determined and newly resolved to be better at this thing called life.  And that includes doing this blog again to keep a journal account of our crazy, silly, fun, blessed life.  Please laugh along with us.

Swimming on Aunt Summer's birthday... Without Aunt Summer. Our kids now like to play dead.  Tate also really loves to hit.  We have recently enforced a very strict no hitting policy in our house, in hopes of resolving some of the violence and fighting:). This girl.  Oh, my heart!  I love her and I love that she sings this song because they learned it in primary.  She makes me cry sometimes.

Some unfortunate underwear shots, but dang she's cute! Tate saying "shh." Singing "I am a Child of God."  

Here is Tate, trying to get as far away from me as possible. He needs a diaper change and he knows it.  See how he's squishing it?  Gross.  He is throwing a tantrum though for whatever reason and doesn't want me to touch him, but wants his diaper changed. So it stands to reason that the best option would be to rip it off himself... And then climb into a bar stool.  Naturally.  Because that's what you do after you change your own bum.