Stories

 The stories have been piling up.  I will now share as many as I can think of at this moment.... 

I'll start with my oldest son.  Spencer is so very ten!  Andy worries about the "prepubescent brain damage" he is exhibiting lately, like dumping Slippy's breakfast into her full bowl of water, or not seeing things that are right in front of him.  A couple of years ago he pulled out his eyelashes because he "didn't want to look like a girl."  Now he's pulling out his hair!  He picks the hair out while he's reading or doing homework.  He has a bald patch about the size of a quarter right in front.  It makes hair styling quite a challenge!  He got new tennis shoes last weekend.  On Sunday I sent the boys ahead to church since it's within walking distance.  When they came home, I discovered that Spencer had carried his empty shoe box to church, hauled it around there for THREE HOURS, and brought it back home.  "Why?" you ask?  I will never understand!

Then there's Carson, Mr. Responsible.  He recently took over Spencer's garbage man duties and does a superior job.  His penmanship is neat and tidy, and he always gets his library books returned on time.  He lost one of his front teeth a few days ago.  I love it when he giggles and shows the big hole in his mouth.  It's adorable and keeps him from growing up too fast.  He confessed that he still likes to sleep with his yellow blankie and stuffed puppy too.  He's a good big brother.  He reads to Parker and they play together pretty well.

 He even reads to Dakota!  She got a doggie bedtime story for Christmas.

 Parker is a typical two-year-old tyrant.  Last night I gave him applesauce and told him to eat it.  He said, "No, I not!" as he put a spoonful in his mouth. His favorite meals are "chicken nu-nuts" (nuggests) and "pink butter" (peanut butter) sandwiches.  He is madly in love with "The Fox and the Hound."  He is watching it in this picture.  He likes the part when you just see tails bobbing through the grass.  His giggles come straight from the gut.  I love baby humor!  He's started climbing into my bed in the mornings, which I love.  I can squish and snuggle him while he plays with his little plastic astronauts or army guys.  The toys hide under the blanket and then pop out and yell, "A-prise!"