Christmas Pictures, Take 1

The last couple of years, I have taken pictures of the boys and used them as my Christmas card. I usually use shutterfly, upload the pictures, put our names on it and I'm done.

I've been flitting around pinterest. If you haven't checked it out, do. There are a ton of great ideas on just about everything. I saw a cute picture of a little boy with fairy lights in his lap and it came out so great. Mine, not so much.






The idea is cute and on the computer it's cute but once uploaded I can see the graininess. The lighting wasn't great--mostly so I could get the fairy lights. Also, my ISO only goes up to 1600, so I'm not getting tons of help there. So, I'm going to have to throw the boys outside and try this again.

Wee-Wee

Today, I went to the dentist to get my stitches out and took the boys with me. After a bit, Bohdan was getting antsy so the assistant started talking to him. The conversation went like this:

Assistant: What do you have there?

Bohdan: Baby (his ugly, dirty cabbage patch doll)

Assistant: What's it's name?

Bohdan: Baby

Assistant: Your baby's name is Baby? Is it a boy or girl?

Bohdan: It's a girl. Boys have wee-wees and girls don't so it's a girl.

Now, I'm laughing while the doctor has some kind of device in my mouth to get out the remaining stitches...

Assistant: That's right! Boys do have wee-wees.

Bohdan: Yes, and my baby is a girl.

I'm so glad he didn't offer to show her his wee-wee. I'm sure that was next.

Sunny Days

We had a beautiful, sunny day on Saturday. Chris was powerwashing the house--on his birthday, I might add. Bill was painting, I was running around and the boys finally got to play outside all day.

Did I mention we had a week of rain?




Faces only a Mother could love.

Puppies!

It seems we've added two more dogs to our family. They are super cute with blond hair and blue eyes well trained.



The big guy, in the middle, goes in there to get away from the kids. He looks pleased to be sharing his spot, doesn't he?


She's not amused. It's her crate.

How Do Your Kids Spend Rainy Days?

Pink Playhouses and Worms

Last summer, we bought the boys a playhouse at a garage sale. Yes, it's pink and blue and kitchen-y, but the boys love it. They quickly dirtied it up, squished down the roof climbing on it and figured out how to rig a slide to get off.

We put it in the backyard thinking that we would drag it from spot to spot so it wouldn't kill the grass. Riiiight. Where do you think the boys got the mud from? The floor of the unmoved playhouse.

Since we are selling our house and paying to have the lawn treated, we moved it to a spot we are going to mulch over anyway.


It's right near the birdfeeders. You can see Bohdan is happy with it's new home.

When we moved it we found this in the sink.
Yup, they have a worm colony in the sink.

Boys!

A Birthday Party for a Sweet Girl

On Saturday the boys and I went to a birthday party for one of our favorite girls, Marialice. We had a great time playing on the inside swing sets and running around like crazy.

This is Lucas, her big brother.

Bohdan on the swing.

The boys on the tire swing.


Her baby sister, Penny. Isn't she cute?


The birthday girl!

He's got red cheeks from playing so hard.

Strange Happenings

We walked in the kitchen to find this:



No clue.

Truth With Dirt on Their Faces

Meet Stas and Bohdan.

These are my boys. They are rough, silly, mischievous and the best kids ever. I mean that. Really.

They keep me grounded. They keep me real and they keep me hopping. They also entertain me and take care of me. I have two boys to kiss boo-boos, help with chores, snuggle and tell me I'm the best Mommy ever. Lucky? You bet.

The title of this blog is from one of my favorite quotes:

A boy is Truth with dirt on its face,
Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair,
and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

When I was pregnant with Stas, my girlfriend sent me a magazine clipping with that quote. It is so true. You can view the entire poem by Alan Beck here.

Strap in, it's going to be a bumpy ride.