So, if you are wondering why you can't get a hold of Carin on her phone anymore, you haven't yet heard the story of Miss taylor thinking Mommy's phone was so dirty that she ought to give it a good bath in the dish water. I got an email at work telling me that if i need to talk to my wife, I would need to email her as her phone took a bath. The old phone, as evidenced by the above picture has become the toy of choice. Taylor no longer has access to the phones! Email us if you are looking for Carin's new number! (It changed)
Sometimes we wish we could just get a smile out of our kids--is that too much to ask? This is Mr. B.
John was the unfortunate victim of the family's first dress up party. Not only did Taylor hang the multi-colored beads on her confused and frightened brother, she then took this picture of him. Ask carin where she got those beads.
Picnics outside are becoming more and more frequent. Last Saturday was beautiful and the boys are always happy with a Ritz cracker. L-R John, Bennett.
John and Bennett are becoming mobile. They must get frustrated because the only gear they currently have is reverse. Both bros often back themselves into spaces between laundry baskets, sofas and swings with slippery skill-I think they will be great parellel parkers. However, in this instance, Carin found John stuck under the lazy-boy with a befuddled look on his face.
Thursdays are discovery time at the library and we now have our own little librarian that loves to read to her brothers. We both enjoy seeing our kids interact and enjoy each other. It's a new thing for us and we find it quite amusing to not have to be involved in the entertainment of three little ones for a few minutes.
Happy dudes after a scrumptous bowl of bananas and rice cereal!
All three of our adorable kidlins took a bath last night in the same tub. It was a big step for us scheduled, regimented clock nazis around bedtime to veer from the normal course and try something new but it worked and will be fine with a little refinement. The boys are bound to be fish. They loved to splash around as evidenced by mommy's wet clothes.
The other night was the end of a long day for our family and the kids were pooped. The above child, who will remain unnamed for several reasons, one being his daddy can't identify him because his hairline is not visible, conked out on the rug while waiting for daddy to come back and finish the job. It is either Bennett or John for sure. Don't you feel this way sometimes?
My favorite thing is the reaction time between emotions with the boys. They are either evaluating you, smiling at you or looking at you with wondering eyes. They always seem to have the same emotions at the same times. As shown by the first and last pictures of this post. I think they were marveling at their mommy as she danced a jig trying to get them to look at the camera.
