A lot of summer mornings, Ka gets dropped off at our house before B leaves to work. She usually hops into a bed to sleep out the remainder of the morning. But this morning, she chose the couch. And when one of my boys went in and saw her, he climbed right in her arms for a little TLC cuddling session.
The funny things is…I am not sure which boy this is.
Based on the fact that he is about as long as Ka, I am guessing Scout.
But she is pretty curled up, and Dash is a major cuddler…?
But then again, Scout always wraps the other persons arms around him….definitely Scout.
But it could be Dash…he loves himself a morning visitor.
Knobby knees….it’s Scout.
We headed to San Diego for Jake’s homecoming.
It was a great talk, and really to see how much he has grown up over the last two years.
After church, we headed over to the Brockbanks for breakfast and hanging out.
During the “hanging out”, there was an ice bucket dump that I was supposed to be video taping.
Unfortunately, B went a bit early, and it was me who got drenched!
(On the rebound as it hit the ground and took a straight shot at my face.)
Good thing there was a towel I could wear for the rest of the day!
(Notice Jake’s disgusted face.)
And then there was the moment where Christian put the Brockbank’s pet tarantula on Dash’s head.
He was terrified.
And so was everyone else, so nobody would get it off of his head.
Poor kid.
But he thought he was hot stuff when everyone watched the video a bunch of times and laughed their heads off all afternoon.
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Glad you are home Jake.
Especially glad you grew up these past two years.
Too bad I can’t say the same for the rest of us.
People keep telling Dash he should be going potty on the big boy toilet. (I personally am waiting until he wants to train himself.) Nonetheless, he keeps pulling his pants down in random places, while yelling for me to take him to the big boy potty. Here we are at the movie theater, and I finally snapped a picture the third time he did this.
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Dear Everyone,
Before he gets arrested for indecent exposure, stop the encouragement.
Love, Dash’s Mom
While Seth, Brett and kids were in town, we decided to do a little geocaching.
The spots we hit were pretty random, but the kids always love a good treasure hunt.
Especially when there are about ten treasures to choose from.
But I made them stay away from the disposable toothbrush that had already been opened.
Figures that Navy really wanted that one!
Recently, I have been waking Dash up in the middle of the night, to just chat and cuddle. He is always dead to the world, but tries his hardest to respond. After a few “I Love You’s” and a dozen or so nods to my questions, I let him go back to dreamland. And my guess is that he spends the rest of the night dreaming about kisses all over his back, tummy and face.
These two have a love/hate relationship.
Love when she is off her phone.
And hate when she is back on.
(If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times….smart phones ruin relationships!)
While shopping at the mall, Christian discovered our “Jake” wigs.
So he helped himself to the following amazing looks.
The Marge Simpson.
And the Buckwheat In A Headlock.
I hear the following story from Dash about thirty times a day:
“Once upon a time, there was a bad kid in the barn. And he went poop all over me.”
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Every once in a while there are deviations….like that bad kid was in an ice cream store. But the message is always the same. Someone went poop all over Dash.
Like the three before her, Pippi is in the habit of taking over Nonnie’s cereal on a daily basis.
It goes like this:
She sees Nonnie prepare her cereal.
Then she crawls over and begs at her feet.
Then Nonnie rushes over to the table to eat as quickly as she can before Pippi gets to her.
Once Pippi shows up, she sits her on the table and gives her bites.
Nonnie tries to feed herself intermittently, but the LOUDEST, MOST SHRILL screams come from the teeniest tiniest 10 month old.
And most of the rest of Nonnie’s famous Shredded Wheat goes to the little one.
Eat.
Sip.
Repeat….or in this case … WAIL!
(Cereal was gone!)
Dash and Pippi were hanging with a mystery woman.
They started out with some magnet fun.
And then moved on to some rounds of airplane.
Apparently Pippi saw the state of the toes that were holding her up and had to shed a few tears.
Hence…the reason the woman’s name will remain a mystery.
Wouldn’t want to ruin anyone’s reputation.
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