Push Pause

Somebody please push pause.

I know I've said it before...I'm not ready for teenagers.  I need my kids to stay like this for like 10 more years then they can grow.  But just a little. 

What am I going to do when Bay goes to Kindergarten?  I complain too much about how I need a job to help pay the bills.  That will come when Bay goes to school.  But then Bay will be in school.  Blah.  I'm not ready.  Who will entertain me?  I mean what's not entertaining about walking into the kitchen and seeing this boy with a popcorn bucket on his head running into the wall over and over again.

Or watching him as he watches out the window for his brothers to come home from school then runs to the door to scare them as they walk in.

Seriously, this stuff is the best.  Why can't this pay the bills?  It should.  

I love this time with him.  

Then what does he always want?  Dad. So lame.  I play game after game of Candyland and Uno and Dad still seems to be his #1 pick.  Whatever.

New kicks

We went and bought Dax some new kicks the other day.  The poor kiddo was wearing shoes that had holes in the bottom of them.  Oops.  I guess I should pay a little more attention.  

Turns out we should have headed next door to Old Navy after we were done and bought the kid some new pants as well.  Dude, when is the flood?  I'm guessing he had a bit of a growth spurt. Or he grabbed Baylor's pants.  Either way, I'm slightly embarrassed he went out in public in those things.

This kid

This kid of mine, Grifin.  He's one in a million.  I have been told by three different adults in the last week alone how great he is or how he makes their day.  One of the adults was a girl who hasn't seen him since he was about 2.  She saw us at a wrestling meet and walked over to me and told me how she remembers him from when he was in nursery (she was just visiting her parents) and he was hilarious.
I love the impact this kid has on people.

He can be charismatic, charming, sweet, completely spicy, very opinionated, hot-tempered, and loving.  One drawback with the boy is I can never get him to go out and do anything.  He likes to sit home and hang out, usually by himself because people bug him.  I try and try to get him to play sports just to see if he likes them.  He played soccer when he was 5 and just stood there.  The ball would literally roll up to him and he would just look at it until someone else came to kick it.  He played T-ball which must not have been too eventful because I can't remember much of it.  He also signed up for wrestling once and quit before the season was over.  I have tried to get him to play football...no.  He won't.  Basketball...nope.  Baseball...not happening.
Last week we had a small miracle when he agreed to join a kids bowling league.   

He loved it.  Until he kept getting gutter balls and then I was afraid he was going to walk out of the bowling alley and never go back.  He did get a spare and thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.  He threw his hands in the air, yelled "yeeeeeeeth" (yes. We're still working on those "s" sounds) and told himself good job over and over. Love this kid!  Here's hoping he sticks with it for the next two months.

We will survive without a girl

I'm done having babies.  I think I have made that pretty clear on numerous occasions. But every once in a great while I have a little bit of a tug that says we should have a girl.  Mostly when other people keep bringing it up.  We hear we should try for a girl a lot.  A LOT.  We were sitting in Stake Conference on Sunday when the guy behind us leaned up to Nate and told him he needed one.  He has no idea what he is missing out on not having a daughter.  Then I start to feel bad.  What will we be missing out on? Those feelings get squashed pretty quick when I see stuff like this

This is all I need.  I feel complete and whole and happy.  So back off, people. (I mean that in the nicest possible way)

Birds are flying

Alright, who taught my 3 year old to do this?

Just when I thought I'd nailed this mothering thing I turn around to see my kid flipping me the bird.

I'm guessing I didn't help the situation by telling him "hold on, let me get a picture".