Off the charts cuteness - prepare yourself

I could tell you that there are always this many smiles and always so much love at my house - but you all know it'd be a lie. I have three little boys, for goodness' sake! However, I did capture a couple of the rare moments when all three are happy and being kind to one another. Sigh . . .

A hunting we will go

Greg left this morning a little after 7:00 to hunt his first antelope (pronounced ampewope at our house). He called me at 9:00 - success. He brought it home and "cleaned" it up. Now he just has to cut it, wrap it and stick it in the freezer . . . for the only time I will touch it is when it comes out of the freezer to thaw and be cooked.

A proud daddy and his little boys (who were SO proud of daddy and his "deer"):

As we speak, he's bringing home his second ampewope. At least we won't starve this winter! Way to go, Hunter Greg!

Batman's anatomy

We went to a friends' home for game night last week and had a ball. The kids were thrilled because they got to stay up way past their bedtime . . . Ethan was most excited because there were costumes to dress up in. Yes, he was in heaven. He immediately went for the Batman costume. He came to me later for help undressing because he had to go to the bathroom so I went along to assist with the costume. While he was getting re-dressed, he said, "Mom, Batman has puffy nipples!" I had to laugh out loud. When I settled a little, I was able to explain that those were his chest muscles but good for him for being so observant!

Soccer mom

Went to a pickup soccer game tonight. A few other moms/adults, lots of teenage girls, tons of fun. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow...

The verdict is in: My body and lungs are definitely not in high school anymore.

...but I'm already counting down until I get to go back for more!

Ice cream sandwich

The ice cream truck found us at the park this afternoon . . . and Ethan's prayers were finally answered.

As we speak . . .

I'm sitting at my desk working; one ear is listening to the dictation and the other is listening to my children. Ethan and Lincoln have interrupted their nacho snacking to say prayers. Ethan went first and is now helping Lincoln finish up his own - always remembering Uncle Mike. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by my children - in a good way.

Grill me up a blog, a little heavy on the Ethan...

It seems like all my posts have been about Ethan lately, but I couldn't pass this one up. We were playing at my friend Becky's house yesterday and Ethan was sad that I'd forgotten his swimsuit. I told him to just go out and play in the water in his underwear (don't judge me). He was insistent that I run home really fast to get his trunks. After several denials, he finally conceded. "[sigh] Ok, mom. I'll walk home and get them . . . but can you please give me the directions?"

I wish I could post a picture of his face when he said it . . . he's too smart for his own - or maybe just my own - good.