Creek Stompin’

There is a park near us with a creek and nice hiking trails. I think that the boys would play there all day long if we could. I can’t say I blame them. It is beautiful, shaded, quiet (at least until we get there!) and fun. We’ve been many times before, and we  also went not too long ago and played, hiking, throwing rocks, digging up worms, and laughing. After a little bit of play, our friends that we invited, Benjamin and Alison, arrived.  Ben went straight for the water to splash, at which point my boys had to join in too. Getting soaked was not really in my initial plans, but being a prepared mommy, I had changes of clothes for the boys in the car.

I wish life were always a simple as stompin’ in a creek with friends!

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Not Sure What I Love Most

As some of you know, Thomas’s Grandmother passed away almost two weeks ago, and I thank you all for your love, prayers, phone calls, texts, food, and even potted plants. You are wonderful people to us! I want to write a memory/tribute blog post of Grandmama but I have not found the time or energy quite yet. I want to do it justice, so I have just decided to wait until time allows for a quality reflection. I don’t want our blog to be too silent though, so I thought I would post a picture that we found when going through some photo albums to find images to remember her by.

This is my dearest husband, at the ripe age of 5.

I am totally not sure what I love most about this picture. Any of the following could take top accolades

  • The food on his face
  • The belt
  • His hand on his hip
  • The pride he has in his Lego tower
  • Those curtains in the background
  • That Thomas still plays with Legos and I could very well take a replica photo almost any day
  • The the cow lick in the front side of his hair
  • That my boys have taken pictures just like this one
  • That my boys look just. like. him.

Which one do you love most?

i ♥ faces: beautiful eyes


I love this picture of my little Wesley, who just so happens to be 2 and not so little anymore! I think I enjoy it so much because you can see his two tone eye in this photo. He never lost that cool feature either! One day, I imagine his soul mate will look into his eyes and be totally in love with the splice of a different color in his left eye. For the record, I once looked up what this was called, but I forgot its name, yet it turns out it is really rare. It is actually more common to have two eyes that are totally different colors than to have one eye that shares a color. So, my boy is a true gem :O)

Check out other beautiful eye photos over at i heart faces.

i ♥ faces: friendship


Daniel enjoys people, just like his mommy. He can find a friend in a room full of strangers. This kiddos above though really is his buddy. Since we’ve moved, we miss sweet Carver. Being that Caver’s mommy and daddy have a special place in my heart, I know Carver will stay in Daniel’s life. I know this isn’t the best photo in the world, but it certainly makes me smile. Check out other friendship photos over at i heart faces. –I wonder if they will still hug like that 10 years from now?:O)

It’s Never Boring with Two

I have to say that as a parent, it is never boring with two kiddos, and especially two boys I would think.

This morning, I was downstairs starting a load of laundry and putting some pocket diapers back together. The boys were upstairs playing Legos, which they love to do every day. There were some cries coming from Daniel’s bedroom, but I knew what they were about, for I had already checked. Wesley was literally collapsing with a cry every time that his tower simultaneously collapsed. As Thomas would say, “Son, the laws of physics are not gonna allow that thing to stand,” but Wesley just kept trying. He would squeal out, whine a little, and then try again, only to repeat the same process again and again. I, therefore, knew what was going on, how it would be played out, and that it would be repeated over and over, so I worried not.

Finally, the cries seemed a little more intense, and I could hear Wesley coming down the stairs in turmoil. He was crying out “Ouuuuchhh. Oooouuuchhhh. Bubba!” while big tears fell down his cheeks.

“Daniel, did you do something to Wesley?” I ask, while cuddling Wesley and wiping away his tears.

Suddenly, Daniel pops out of his room and begins to explain the situation. It went a little something like this:

Momma, Wesley and I were playing Legos and talkin’ about cars. Wesley told me the car was red but it’s NOT. It was dark. I did not see a red car. He kept talkin’ about it and talkin’ about it and he began to stretch me out Momma! He was stretchin’ me out about it so I decided to stretch him! I took my Elmo puppet and used him like a cowboy and I made it go around his neck like the cowboys do. That is why he is cryin’.

At this point, I am trying to keep a straight face and refrain from laughing. My mind began to envision the lasso rope Elmo being whipped around poor Wesley’s neck, like a cowboy might do. “Stretchin’ me out” means stressing him out, which I have obviously said this to Daniel, and it was humorous to think that the punishment for stressing someone out it to in return stress them out too.

I managed to talk with Daniel about how to better handle the situation next time without laughing too much, and Daniel was awarded a time out.

The two boys crack me up every day, as well as often “stretch me out.”  Even though this moment had elements of both, fortunately the fun outweighed the stressful, which usually tends to be the case.

It’s certainly never boring when there is a sibling with which to fight!