I don't even know what to say

I was in the other room and my husband came in giggling and holding the camera. I have no idea how these pictures occurred, which is probably good.

Big Sister

Tonight Brett took the older two boys to Ben's Karate lesson. Jake also asked to go with but Brett said that it was up to Ben because it was Ben's lesson. Ben's been sort of in a mood lately and told Jake he couldn't go. Poor thing was heartbroken. When the boys left he was sobbing, hiccuping sobbing in his room.

Natalie said to me, "We could give him some candy and make him happy" I told her we could and to wait until the boys were completely gone before mentioning it to Jake. Jake came out of his room and stood by Natalie as Brett drove away. She put her arm around him and said "Are you okay Jakey? Do you want some candy? When the boys leave we can have some candy" Of course this was all said in her "mommy" voice, that sweet nurturing voice she uses with her babies.

Even though Nat and Jake are only a few pounds different in weight, and a few inches in height, she still pulled him onto her lap and held him while their brothers left. Then they went and picked out a piece of candy and pulled out some board games to play.

I watched in complete awe of how my sweet baby girl took such good care of her little brother. And to think, it was only earlier that afternoon that she was telling me how much he bugs her!!

Mad Libs

Let me first preface this by saying that raising boys is a whole new world to me. I grew up with a sister and girls are MUCH different than boys. I'm slowly getting used to the world of farts, burps and 'boy talk' My older boys (aged almost 9 and 7 1/2) get National Geographic Kids magazine each month. In this issue was a Funny Fill-In (aka Mad Libs) This takes boy talk to a whole new level.

Below is the story that threw my boys into fits of laughter. When I say my boys, I am including my oldest child aka my husband.

I tried ice-skating for the first time today and I guess you could say I have beginner's luck. I picked out the stupidest black skates and laced them up in poopy knots. Nosily I stepped out onto the creepy ice. I farted off the wall and into the middle of the rink. So far, so good. Then, out of nowhere, a group of stinky athletes pooped by me at about septimillion miles an hour. Somehow I had skated into the middle of an fooseball ice game! The next thing I knew, I was farting all over the ice. As I attempted to barf around the players, I saw a baseball bat coming straight toward me. Before I could move out of the way, it hit my weinie and burped off my boob. I tried to stay on my feet, but began peeing around and around. Instead of creating a figure eight, I was making a figure (100). When I finally came to a stop, a loud buzzer sounded and the players yelled, "Hot Momma!" That's when I discovered I had accidentally scored a goal and won the game!

M.I.T.

We refer to our 5-year old daughter as M.I.T. (mom in training) She is constantly mothering her brothers, often times with an arm around her 3-year old brother guiding him through some sort of obstacle. She'll carry her 'babies' around with her and shush, snuggle and love them. It's very sweet and such a good example of her girl instincts.

Tonight at dinner, little miss MIT reminded me to ask everyone about their day. So, I started with her and asked "How was your day Natalie? What was your favorite part?" We go around to each person and share our day. As usual, the answers got long and goofy. I would wait for the stories to end before I move onto the next person. Soon, Natalie took over the question asking and I reminder her that it was MY job! She giggled and stopped. After one of the boys finished, I obviously didn't move to the next person fast enough. She quickly prompted "Mom! Ask the questions!"

My Sweet Boy

My oldest son is nearly 9. So close to 9 that it almost makes more sense to refer to him as my 9 year old than my 8 and 3/4 son! He is tender-hearted and takes the responsibility of being oldest very seriously. He is also very adventurous and is able to tackle any new opportunity without fear or hesitation. (something I admire greatly)

I just returned from a 2-night stay in Washington with a dear friend. I left on Thursday and returned Saturday morning. Friday night, as my friend and I were on our way to dinner, my cell phone rang. It was my husband, asking me to speak with our oldest as he was missing me and was pretty upset. He then turned the phone over to B.

My sweet boy was crying to the point of hiccuping. He said to me: I miss you! I assured him that I missed him too and that I would see him the next day. I asked what made him miss me so much. He said, We're having Mac and Cheese!!

Apparently my husband decided that it was a good night to pull out the homemade mac and cheese that I pre-made and froze a few weeks ago. This is a favorite in our house and B's absolute favorite (it's his birthday meal of choice) When he sees me making it, I can count on a 'Sweet' from him and a little dance of joy. Sometimes I make it just to cheer him up. I usually make a double batch and stretch it for a meal and leftovers.

My sweet sweet boy missed his momma because he was having mac and cheese that I made! I love that boy!!