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The oldest is a smarty
The middle is a spirit free
The youngest...we have to wait and see.
We are 3 sisters
We are very young today
We are 3 sisters
She's into EVERYTHING... This little duck t-shirt was worn by both of her older sisters and is still in pretty good shape. I'm so sentimental about stuff like that.
Her sisters love her and pay LOTS of attention to her. And she loves her some baby dolls...
Can't you tell, as she's digging the eye out of the doll in the photo above.
Her sisters are very helpful. They are great entertainers and love to pitch in and feed or play with her when I ask.
She loves her brothers cars...
And the things I've found in her mouth...
I cannot think about that right now. But I will say you can't leave her alone for a second!
She's a joy. Happy all the time and so much fun to play with. And sweet... full of hugs...pats on the back...and big sloppy kisses...
And she's trying to talk now...Her favorite word is DAD. She will repeat it over an over and over... and she gets that conversational tone when she's jabbering. So cute and if you answer her she will shake her head as though she's agreeing with you.
She also signs. She's got a sign for please...and more...all done (or all finished for you English fanatics)...she waves bye and blows kisses...
I could eat her up!!!
We never expected her...
And we don't know what we ever did without her...
God is good.
A picnic lunch...
An orderly line for the slip-n-slide...
Some fencing...
Hole digging... uh-oh...
Mud bathing... sigh...
Because if swimming in a mud puddle in your back yard doesn't scream white trash...
The tighty whiteys hanging on your front railing will!!
He was no worse for the ware... I mean really... look at those cheeks.
He became a big brother at 13 months. 
And again at 2 1/2
Then again at 4...
And again at 7...
I always feel sorry for him. He is our guinea pig of the family. I don't mean we experiment on him. Well I guess I do mean that... Because he's the oldest, so we use the "When we have kids..." or the ever popular "when our kids are _____ old..." knowledge when parenting him...
In other words it's uncharted territory and we are often too hard on him, or not hard enough, or misunderstand what he's going through.
I do this a lot...
Parenting is hard!But that's another post altogether.
He's a good boy...He's got a very soft heart...He's a child of God...He's growing into a young man...He's a ton of fun...He's a lego fanatic...He's got a great imagination...I have no doubt he will be the civil engineer he says he want to be and we will be driving over safer bridges in the near future.
He's my buddy and my helper...and he's nine.
They have had a great time with it.
This little one took a spill on his first trip down so he decided to stay at the end and kick water around instead.
And poor baby... just has to watch from the door. She doesn't mind though, it's great entertainment.
Then I noticed the other day that they took the hose off and started chasing each other around the yard with it...filling up holes they've dug in the yard with water and playing in them...making a water slide out of the swing set slide.
They call this the "water swing"...
The funny thing is that my girls beds are about 2 feet from each other.
But if they want to have a sleep over...
Who am I to be a party pooper.
It's quiet, long, flat, straight and we live smack in the middle of it.
It is perfect for riding bikes
It's perfect for racing over man holes and those little yellow street reflectors.
It's a perfect place to learn to ride a two wheeler or take your stuffed animal for a ride in your bike basket.
It's a perfect place to ride trikes...and get all that energy out.
It's a perfect place to eat your spinach and be strong to the finish...because you're Popeye the Sailor Man. Toot Toot.
And little ones were just happy to be out of the stroller...
Then it was on to the sugar...
Actually, my K5'er had her last day yesterday...
And so as I'm typing they are all hitting their sugar low...
It's looking a little rough as you can see. It is solid pine, but missing some hardware and there was some paint splatters and marks on it. Not to mention I wasn't in love with the color of the stain. But my husband bought me a mouse sander so we got right to work on it.
Now we have no garage...shed...basement... to do any kind of project in so I really have to think hard about whether or not I want to undertake anything as it really disrupts our living space...as you can see. I did take the dresser out on the front stoop and used my new mouse sander out there to finish the job. It's not the greatest option, but better than the dinning room!
I mean, what boys room would be complete without some photos...self made mosaic art and Nativity that stays up year round...and of coarse the ever important rock collection. 
The screws for the new hardware where too long, so I just used some washers to make them fit.
I also painted this old shelf I bought...probably close to 8 years ago at a garage sale for I think $5.00. I really don't like the shelf but at least it matches now. Sigh...that paint is so light. Oh well. If I don't like it bad enough I can always get out the new mouse sander my husband bought me.
