What Are Little Boys Made Of?

If I didn't have my 4 boys...life would definitely be different... and quieter, uh, and cleaner, too.

Lincoln--Lincoln loves to look out the window and watch the kids jump on the trampoline. Apparently, he also likes to eat the windowsill while he's at it. He screams and yells at them as they jump. We don't encourage screaming or yelling...but darn it, when a baby does it, it is so cute!

Micah--One evening, this past weekend, John and Micah were having a battle. Micah would run in the room and throw a "bomb" (a stuffed animal) at John and then retreat to his bedroom. John would then hide behind the ottoman and launch his "bombs" when Micah would come out of hiding. Micah was having so much fun with his Dad. This continued for 10 or 15 minutes and then it was time to have family prayer and send everyone off to bed. Well, we were all kneeling in a circle and Wynter began to say the prayer, when "Whap!" Micah throws a bomb right at John's tender spot. (I try to keep this blog G-rated.) Anyway, it totally catches John off guard, not to mention, causes some pain too. But, here I am trying so hard NOT to laugh, while Wynter continues to pray, totally oblivious to what is going on. I try so hard to control myself, but really, I am unable to. So, I was such a good example and laughed all the way through family prayer. Micah definitely used an effective way to catch the enemy off guard! It was very hard to scold him after the prayer, because it really was very funny.

Hunter--We've started a new tradition. Each week as I plan out the menu for dinners, it is someone's turn to choose what will be for dinner on Friday night. This is also the night we have a dessert. This past week it was my turn. We had chicken salad and then for dessert we had icecream sandwiches. As we were eating our treat, Hunter says, "I have a sweet tooth." I responded, "You do?" "Yes", he says, "I just don't know which one it is." So cute.

Mark--Mark never ceases to amaze me. He knows everything. Last night, as I'm making dinner, he says that if you hold an egg in one hand and squeeze as hard as possible, it won't crack. I tell him that that is a bunch of bull. He swears up and down that it's true and he wants to prove it. Well, I don't want him to "prove" it because I don't want him to waste and egg. He assures me that he won't waste an egg because it's true. So, he takes an egg and stands over the kitchen sink with it in his hand. He squeezes as hard as he can and guess what happens? It cracks. Raw egg goes everywhere. It's on the ceiling, the window, the table, the floor and it's on me, too. Now Mark owes me $1. And I must conclude that he doesn't know everything. He concluded that even if you read something in a book, it doesn't make it true and that a good way to make mom mad is to splat raw egg on her.

SPRING

I am so glad that the weather is beginning to warm up. I really need some sun. This past week, I believe it was Wednesday, it was warmer than usual. Poor Scissors has been in his cage pretty much the whole winter. I decided to take him into the front yard (Pluto is in the back) for some much needed exercise and sun. Savannah and I layed on a blanket and read books, while Micah and Wynter found their own entertainment.









I did have Lincoln outside, too, before his nap. He's not sure about grass. He sat in one spot and wouldn't move until I brought out the blanket to sit on. The grass is pretty scratchy right now. Maybe he'll like it better when it's greener and softens up a bit.

Savannah took pictures of Scissors. His picture would look so good on an Easter card. We're all looking forward to Easter. It is so much fun to have an Easter egg hunt in our backyard, with so many places to hide eggs. Then, the Monday following Easter is spring break. Nine days (if you count the 2 weekends) of unhurried mornings. Ahhhhh...I need that. We all need that.