Once upon a time...

There was the cutest little boy named Isaac.  He grew up in one blink and went to school.  His mama didn't cry as much as she thought she would.  And the little boy, Isaac, was very happy in 1st grade. 

Seth is Isaac's biggest fan.

I sometimes want to yell it from the roof tops that I donated half of this handsome little man's genes.  Sheesh, he is handsome.

 Sethy always says, "There she goes, and there she blows."  Isaac just walked in there like it was no problem. I actually followed him in to make sure he made it to were he was going.  He did fine. 

 A few weeks later I joined him for his first field trip.  We went apple and corn picking.

 I was in charge of the "greenies,"  at least that is what I called them. 

 It was a perfectly Belgium'ish day with rain.

 Here are my favorite little gents eating the fruits of our labor...literally.

If you are a boy..

this is a good place to move to.  Outdoor living is very inviting here on the property. Last pic is blurry, but I am adding it cause I like to see my boy in a tree. 

 

 

 

I have a good imagination.  I have imagined this very spot when I read Bridge to Teribethia...er something. 

Say what?

Isaac sneazes and says, "I just 'bless you'ed".  I will never tell him they are called sneazes.

We have been singing the baseball song.  This is Seth's rendition:
"Buy me some peanuts and apple jacks..."
"For it's 1, 2, 3 strikes your out at the old bald game."

Seth "I have a surprise for you."  hands come flying from behind his back in the hang loose sign.  He promptly concentrates on his hand and puts the pointer finger up with a triumphant, "Ta Da."  Best surprise in the world.

Isaac tooted and said.
"Whoa.  Who let a stinker?  I did.  It smells terrible.  I wish I didn't have a nose?"

Seth is a lover.   He often throws his arms around me and proclaims his love.
Seth: I love you so much mommy.
Mom:  Mmm.  I love you more.
Seth:  I love you the morest.

Where is a girl to sleep?

Today

Yesterday

Um, believe it or not, my spot is between Seth and Benjamin.  Dear, big, snoring king, please come home and sleep in your bed. Pretty please.  And when necessary carry the little rascals back to bed,

cry baby and side stories

Today, I went to the dentist. Cry worthy.

Seth got stung by a bee. Cry worthy.

Side note on Seth's bee sting.  He came running in hollering about his bee sting. His cries weren't to loud...yet. So I thought maybe he hadn't been stung.  But I was wrong.  And bee sting worthy wails followed promptly. 

He bellered, "I've never been stung by a bee before."

I said, "I'm sorry Seth.  Stupid bee."

Seth, still crying about the bee, piped in, "Weee  dont saaaaaay stuuupid."

Benjamin hit the ground HARD. Cry Worthy.

But no one cried or wailed louder than Isaac.  He lost 2 darts.  2 NERF darts. 2 beloved NERF darts.  Not cry worthy.

Under breath: Stupid NERF darts.  We dont say stupid, but we sometimes think it.  Royal we.

Side note: Seth's prayer at dinner tonight.
....Thank thee for us to say thank you for Jesus.

Another side note:
 Isaac totally gave me the inquisition yesterday about the resurrection.  I did not have all the answers.  We talked about my dad and pajama grandpa.  Isaac knows truth when he hears it. We talked about how and when it happens.  We talked about resurrected bodies; I wont have diabetes any more.  We talked about some pretty deep stuff.  E is away on work but I would have liked to have had him have my back.  That's another reason why missionaries go out by twos and parents are meant to be a two-some as well.

Why stop with the side notes?  Ken likes pictures.  I didn't take any of our mishaps today. So I give you random asides. Isaac played t-ball again this year.  Eric was one of the coaches.  At the end of the season the kids played the parents (aka dads, and a hit by me and one other mom).  Isaac asked for a pitch rather than hitting it off the T, which pleased the sport daddy who was on the pitchers mound.  It was super fun.

Eric is our resident dresser of the little gentlemen on Sundies, (that is how my dad, who was part of the resurrection discussion mentioned earlier,  would say Sundays and it drove my mom nuts.  Now back to our current side story...but not really), Eric never had a My Buddy Doll when he was a kid, but he has 3 My Buddy Dolls now and he likes to be twins with them all.  The pictured My Buddy Doll went to nursery on May 10th for the first time and did great, or so I am told.   But he wouldn't let E leave his sight May 17th. Pictured below is the little man on the 17th, pre-nursery.

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 Isaac went to "bring your kid to work day" April 26.  I dont know who was more excited, Eric or Isaac.  Isaac thought  it was awesome.  I give you his report, "We watched a great big blaster shoot up and onto the roof and [it] work[ed].  We watched some marine dogs, uh, I mean police dogs. We shot our missiles. We went to shoot the big bad wolf but he didn't seem to show up. And we ate lunch.  Then we went back to dad's desk.  And then we came home." He used the royal "we" quite appropriately, dont you think? He didn't say, "Then we were smothered by mommy kisses when we got home, cause she missed us abundantly," but he could have.  And I point out the necklace thing that E gave to Isaac and remind you that E didn't have a My Buddy Doll when he was a kid. And I also point out that Eric will let me know what the necklace thing is really called.

Um...I guess I am short on pics of Seth.

We have to get passports and so should you...

Random Isaac pictures

When I was a kid we would put sunglasses on over our 

hairy faces to make us look like a furry monster.  Glasses would have been cool. 

  

Usually when I am in a picture, I am aware of it, it's sorta posed.  

Isaac caught me in "real life."  I like real life.  Not the picture but that my wee babe is in my arms.

I like this fellow. Another "real life" picture.

B, remember whenyou bought this on your mission. I FINALLY got it framed and I love it. Thanks.