Awww.  A day of rest.

 

We love Sundays, and especially 9:00 church. 

 

 



156.

That's at least how many times I told Max to (please) stop wrestling with his brothers today.

What is it with boys and wrestling all the time?

At least it wears him out.

The Stink Bug.

My favorite way to find a sleeping baby.

 

And Jake's lashes...I wish they were mine.

 

I've got to share the highlight of my day:

 

"Sam, why did you put 'zero' for the date on your paper?"

 

"Look, Mom, it's the truth.  That's how many dates I've been on with girls.  Zero.  I haven't dated any girls yet."

 

 

Being a mom can be just plain awesome sometimes.  This was one of those little moments of awesomeness.

 



Oh, this baby boy.
He is a handsome adventurous one.
I just love him.

 



Jake is not one to be left behind.

He wants to be right where his big brothers are; doing exactly what they are doing.

 

He's amazingly good at throwing a ball, putting helmets on miniature lego men, and now, he's mastered climbing up the bunk beds. 

 

This latest trick terrifies me.

I'd just close the door, but guess what else he mastered this week?

 

That's right, door knobs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am never bored.  Seriously.  Like never.