Christmas + Jammies + Felt = December!

I was looking through my pictures today and realized just how far behind I am in documenting our smallest son's first year...so back to it! I went away last weekend to throw a baby shower for my sister-in-law...which Pax wasn't at all happy about. First of all because I went to Grammy and Grandaddy's house without him; secondly, I took the baby with me; and, finally, because he just plain wanted me to stay home! He cried. A lot....saying how he'd miss  me so much (which, let's face it, is nice to hear!) and couldn't I please take him with me?? (when I told him I didn't have a ticket, he told me I could just tear mine in half...wish it worked like that!) As he cried, Blythe came over to me and, looking up with her sweet face, declared, "Mama, I won't cry. I be ok when you're gone. And, if I want to talk to you, I just call you on the phone! I can do that!"
       I wish you could see the little hand gestures she used...she went from 18 months to 9 in a day, I'm pretty sure. Adam said Pax was in tears as they drove away from the airport...and there's little Miss in the back, trying to console him and get him to stop crying (love his sweet heart and how  pragmatic she can be...although ask her to go to the bathroom and she's likely to throw an Olympic-sized fit. She IS still two, most definitely!) While I was gone, Adam and the kids started on our Advent calender, among lots of other fun things (and several skinned knees). My folks gave me the felt Christmas tree to me last year, and I LOVE it. The countdown has pockets in it; so it's an activity Advent calendar. And because our holidays center around the birth of Christ, we fill the pockets with a mix of fun activities, ways to serve others, random acts of kindness, and scriptures to help us remember the true reason we celebrate Christmas. It helps the kids (and us!) focus on the reality of Christmas in the middle of the consumerism our society has turned the season into. We of course give gifts to celebrate His birth; and although we do let the kids believe in Santa, we focus on the real story of Saint Nicholas and continue to worship Christ. Thus today's advent activity....I'd contemplated making the kids a felt Christmas tree with ornaments to pull off and decorate again and again; but after spying a felt nativity on Pinterest (of course) I knew what I would make. So far, only Pax has seen it, since B is currently taking a nap-but he loves it. I think my favorite part is the flying sheep up with the angels :)

And this picture? Well, yesterday they received their Christmas jammies (they get them every year-I bought these 2 days after Christmas last year for $3 a piece :) They love, love, love this tradition-as you can see, Pax is still wearing his today! This photo was the result of an impromptu photoshoot attempt in front of the tree after they put their jammies on last night...authentic, joy-filled, life!



         I love kids. I love taking cute pictures of them.Or WITH them, if they happen to be my own cuties. But really, when it comes to kids and cameras, you just have to remember....
if you can't beat 'em (or get them to smile), join 'em.



Our biggest small son decided, in the back of the van on the way home tonight, to give his little sister a science lesson. (yes, we now have a Swagga Wagon instead of a Station Wagon...and I love it.)
"Blythe, do you see that up there? That's the moon. It's made of Glowing Green Cheese!! "
Me, cracking up: "whaaaat??"
Pax: " yes. GLOWING green cheese. But only the full moon. The half moon, it's just made of milk. And it smells kinda, uhhh, milky sometimes."
Adam: "Um. Where did you hear that, buddy?"
Pax: " Oh, I just heard it from Sid the Science kid!"

Thank you, PBS.....
(except I really do like Sid the Science kid. And PBS. Only now my 2year old thinks the moon is made of GLOWING green cheese....)


Merry Christmas!

  I had to post some outtakes from our family photo shoot-done with a tripod, a camera, and a remote. It was an adventure... but we've done it every year and ended up with a great Christmas card, so surely we could do it with one extra kid, right?


I couldn't help laughing when I saw this one. I like to call it, "The Secret Hand".

 Pax's face reminds me sooooo much a certain middle-sister cousin whose photos I'm working on right now...

....and here, you can see what happens when Mama tries to be IN the picture and big brother finds the bribery just-smile-and-look-nice M&Ms. At least he's sharing...

..but this one takes the cake. My favorite by far. "Hey, Sis, you've got something in your eye!!"


six months.

Half a year.
Almost 16 pounds {your sister and brother were both 19 pounds at one year.} and 27 1/2inches tall {the same height as your petite sis at one year...you're gonna catch her by two, I'm pretty sure!}
Good natured and smiley {at everyone}
Determined roller and army crawler ; thisclose to full on crawling, and a champ at sitting, you are the one-toothed wonder.
Beloved by brother and sister {and mama and daddy}
blue-eyed and drooly
and voracious eater of squash, sweet potatoes, plums, avocados, pumpkin, pears, bananas, carrots...
and milk. Lots and lots and lots of milk. You are my only baby to use up just about all of my milk supply...I've given away only 100 oz. this time. You're just one hungry kid.
With big feet.
and a big grin.
No one can figure out at first who you look like...Daddy and I, we say you look
like Blaise.
Adam Blaise, to be precise.
Or Adam Blaise McGillkinchowder, as you big sister calls you.
Blazers. Blaise-a-roo.
{Yes, we have a thing for nicknames in this family.}
You're a pretty good sleeper...better than your brother was, but not as good as your sister was.
We took your plug away a few weeks ago because you were waking up 84,000 times a night looking for it...that helped. It took you a full 2 weeks, but now you just wake up once a night. To eat. A lot. Like I said, you're one hungry kid.

 Your feet are as big as your brother's were at 10 months
and you're an inch shorter than your sister was at a year.
 Good natured and determined, you're our littlest dude...and you may be the baby, and this may be 2 weeks late, but you will have a 6-month post. And a completed baby album with just as many pictures in it as your brother and sister (who am I kidding? probably more.) I, your third-child-mama, promise.

Love you, my sweet Blaise-a-roo.


Diary of a {pre}Med Student{'s wife}

     Adam came home from work a couple of hours ago; nothing unusual there. Since he has class today, he gets off early. But,as I ran around trying to make lunch for the big kids, mash up a plum for the baby, and sweet up glass and flour off the flour (the flour from a fun "moon-scape" activity Pax was doing earlier; the glass from breaking my French press...boo. No coffee tomorrow!!) he walked in, kissed me, and told the kids to go sit on the couch. That he had something for them...and for me, too. So, once it was safe to walk across my kitchen floor, the three of us sat on the couch and waited.
"Close your eyes!" he says.
A minute or two goes by, as I cover my eyes with one hand and peek at the kids with the other, making sure their eyes are closed too.
"Keep 'em closed!" he says. Now I can hear him doing something with his phone...is it a late birthday gift for Pax from someone who wants to be on the phone while he opens it? I have no clue what's going on.
Adam walks over to the kids and hands them each something.
"Mama, keep yours closed," he instructs, walking away again.

Then he's back, placing a bouquet of roses in my hands as the sweetest sound I've heard in a long time reaches my ears....

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the Physician Assistant program at AT Stills University...."

the rest of the message got lost in my huge "YAY!!!!" as I threw up my hands, then jumped up and kissed him. "Yay, yay, YAY!!! Congratulations!!" He grinned at me as I looked down and saw an absolutely gorgeous bouquet of white roses in my hands.

      The next few moments kinda went on like that, as we explained to the kids that Daddy had gotten into the Arizona school, ("Good job, Daddy!") and that this meant we get to stay at our house. "YES!!" Pax crowed, after hearing that. Immediately after he ate his lunch (ice cream first...that's what Adam had brought for the kids), he ran outside, peed on a palm tree, ran around the back yard, stripped off his clothes, and jumped into the pool naked. I think that's his way of celebrating.

      I could not be more thankful for the way this whole thing has played out. Remember back in May of 2011, when we started the whole moving-to-Phoenix process? Our prayer was that we'd be able to settle into the place where we'd be for the next 4 or so years, make some friends, find a church, etc. so we could be a bit settled when the husband-man actually started PA school. And that's actually (this time!) exactly what has happened...not exactly in the way we though it would. But it IS happening! A direct, blessed answer to prayer, coming at the end of a challenging year. We didn't exactly see moving 5 times in one year in the picture. Or not hearing anything, one way or the other, from the schools he applied to last year. Or a new baby, for that matter, one who made me sicker than a dog my entire pregnancy and caused my mother to move in with us for 5 weeks at the end. {so incredibly thankful we won't be doing THAT while Adam is in PA school..pretty sure my mother would have had to just move in with us.} I know it's been incredibly stressful for my husband, thinking about moving everyone again; and not the easiest on the kids (especially Pax), dealing with all the moving and the mom-being-sick and the new-baby thing. Although once he was on the outside, Pax at least gave a big sigh of relief. And although it surprisingly wasn't too stressful for me to think of moving again, possibly across the country, I am beyond excited that we are staying here. Adam will still interview at Midwestern in Glendale in 3 weeks, but no matter the outcome of that one-we'll be here, in the hot, for the next 3 1/2 years. At least.
   Adam didn't need to be accepted to 4 schools; one would've been plenty. But God showered His favor on him. Why? I think just to bless him-to show Adam that he's on the right path-and just because God loves him lavishly.
     I don't think-actually, I know-that the answers to our prayers aren't always "yes." They don't always make sense; sometimes we don't even like the answers at all. If God did always answer "yes" in just exactly the way we wanted Him to, my sister would still be alive, for one thing. And I wouldn't be married to Adam. And if somehow we had ended up together, we wouldn't have the kiddos we have right now. So here's what I do know: God's ways are better than my ways; His thoughts see farther than my narrow scope of now does. In every situation, big or small. Even when the answers are "no", "not now", or "yes, but not like that," I've learned to praise Him and, yes, thank Him. For His ways are better than my ways; His thoughts are greater than my thoughts. He knows the end from the beginning, thank goodness, so worrying isn't something I need to-well-worry about. I also know that as humans, we make dumb decisions sometimes. And we have to live with the consequences. I know there's evil in the world...and we have to fight against it. But not alone-never, ever alone.
     Right now, today, as I sit on my couch with all three of my littles napping at the same time (!!); with my husband 200 ft. away in the air-conditioned shop-slash-office off our carport; with dozens of pictures to finish editing from a recent wedding and three more shoots coming up this weekend  I know that God is good. I knew this last night, too, at the end of a rough couple of stay-at-home-mama days; I will know it as we face the next few years of clinical rotations and crazy study schedules and, I'm sure, weeks of parenting without my husband during finals and who-knows-what-else. I'm thankful for the difficult times in my life when I learned this truth in the very core of my being; because now, when life hands us a bouquet of beautiful white roses, the goodness of God flows out of me with overwhelming joy. I'm so proud of my husband-and so thankful to our God. It's not over yet-really, it's just beginning! But after the years of working and studying and applying and waiting, it's so very good just to rejoice right now. {and to know that, for once, I can paint the walls any color I want}


He's a boy, all right!

     We're working with our stubborn, aggressive, physical boy on understanding when it's ok to be-you know-aggressive and physical, and when it's not. As I snuggled B in her bed last night, I couldn't help but overhear a snippet of the "boy's" conversation...
Pax: "I protect my sister. Like if people are hurting her I hit 'em,"
A:"Yes, it's part of your job (as the big brother) to protect her. But hitting isn't really a good idea,"
Pax: "First I'll pray to God, and then I  hit them,"

I couldn't help it. I totally lost it, therefore making our son think what he had said was the greatest thing in the world. ahem.

...we may have some more work to do here.


1, 2, 3 4....

                    5. (No, not the song...you know, Mambo # 5? Who remembers that song? Hands??)
but he is FIVE, my oldest son. Officially big, in my book. A whole hands-worth of age!

(one. On Baby Beach in Kauai, Hawaii...stealing Daddy's pizza)
(two. Redfeather Lakes, Colorado)

(three. By some beloved train tracks...)
four. At the harvest festival in Prescott Valley, Az last fall)

 (five. In the giant tub with his brother and sister-the first "big" bath for baby. Does this kid have an fantastic smile, or what??)

       A little male bonding on the couch yesterday afternoon while Daddy "showed" the boys how to play Pax's new birthday present...

...and Pax waited impatiently for the Lobmeyers to come over for swimming (seriously, who would've ever  thought when he was born in D-town that someday he'd live in a place where it would be warm enough to have a mini pool-party for his October birthday? Not me! But it was 100 yesterday, so-pool party!!) 
and, of course, all the kids waited very impatiently to eat the cake. Pax takes the choosing of his cake theme very, very seriously. And then I try to recreate it.
Ready to see it?
.....you know my cakes are generally prettier in my head than in reality, right?
(but they taste good. Cake decorating...not my forte.)

I think this one turned out pretty well.

wait for it....

I give you....the Angry Birds Space cake.
(that's who the purple bird is...from the Angry Birds Space game. Don't worry-I had to look it up, too.)
A closer look at the pigs. Pigs are easy though. The uglier, the better! He was thrilled, anyways. Beyond thrilled, actually-which made this Mama feel pretty good.
Pax-boy, I love you so much, my ornery, silly, crazy-dancing, book-loving, bull-dozer of a Firstborn. You are a challenge and a joy every day, and Daddy and I are so very thankful that we get to be your parents-God has used you to teach us so much in 5 years. I pray that wherever you go-whatever you do-
you would know that we are proud of you
that we like you, to say nothing of loving you
and that you would be rock-solid 
in who God made you and His purpose in your life. Pursue Him with all the passion and determination you have, Small Son.

Wordless Wednesday: Pizza Movie Night, brought to you by....

          This was on our pizza box the other night...see it?                        
                                             He did say He would always provide.


Adventures of the Cupboard Dwellers: There's a WHAT in your closet??

She bobbed into my room, running that cute 2-year-old run, and stopped abruptly.
"MAMA," she said, eyes and hands wide,
"There's a yizard in my cwoset!!"
I kinda smiled, but mostly just shook my head, sure she was trying to get out of doing whatever it was I'd asked her to do.
"B, there is not a lizard in your closet," I sighed. We'd just gotten back from vacation and the kids were testing their limits for sure.
"Yes, there is! There IS a yizard in my cwoset!" she insisted, eyes somehow even wider than before. Just as I was about to say that, no, there couldn't possibly be a lizard in her closet; her big brother came in.
"There is a lizard, Mama," he told me.
Ok. Now I really did have to check it out...this one wouldn't tell me there was a lizard in his sister's closet in order to get out of getting dressed. He's much more up-front about stuff like that...no imaginary lizards there, just outright defiance. (Much simpler to tell when it's real or not, you know)

"Ok. Show me." we trundled off down the hall, Blythe bobbing in front all the way to her closet, where they knelt and showed me....

a lizard. A teeny, tiny, two-inch-long lizard. In my daughter's closet.
"See?? A yizard!!" (It's impressive, really, how high her voice can get when she's excited or insistent-no microphone needed for her!)
I stared at it for a minute, realizing that:
a) The teeny, tiny, two-inch-long lizard was very much alive and quite fast and
b) I had to catch it. As in right then. As in, I couldn't call the hubs with a cute story about a lizard in the closet and then wait until he came home from work to catch it. Or find some other boy to catch it, as I'd done in Brazil with frogs in the shower and giant moths the size of my face in my bedroom. I also realized that
c) This whole thing was deja vu...only when I was a little girl, it was a bat in the basement that started flying at me and it was my mother saying, "Oh, Kristin, there's not a bat in the basement..."
      I silently vowed that I'd never say  try very hard not to ever say those words to my children again; and then went in search of lizard-catching gear. And what, exactly, is lizard catching gear? Good question!
     A few minutes later, armed with a small Tupperware and a sturdy sheet of paper, I was back, clearing the kids away from where they sat ogling the lizard. Why didn't I just let Pax catch him, you ask? Well, although not at all squeamish about that kind of thing, the biggest Small Son is not exactly gentle with bugs...and lizards are a good thing-we just want them outside. Squashing it is more his style, as he proved with yizard # 7 last night. So I stifled my inner shrieking girl (turns out I'm surprizingly girly when it comes to catching lizards), captured the yizard under my tupperware, shimmied the paper in till our little friend was snug inside, and then sat and looked at him with my kiddos, amazed at how tiny and yet how perfect he was. Also kinda see-through. Which was kinda weird.
    Then I took him outside, released him...
and promptly called my husband's voice mail to tell him what I'd just done. Yes, I needed affirmation. See, we don't deal with this kind of thing in Colorado...yizards in the closet. Moths everywhere, yes. Spiders, absolutely (especially if you have a basement) Mosquitos, sure. But not yizards. And I would just like to say, thanks so much for this new experience, desert!! (or not.) Since then we've found no fewer than seven of the little guys at various times in our house. They're so teeny, they can get in anywhere...and my yizard catching skills are quite good, thankyouverymuch.
At least it wasn't a scorpion....


The first day of school.

           For the past 2 years, I've informally homeschooled Pax. Preschool...not a big deal, really, for me. 2 days a week we had sit-down learning time; the rest of the time we did units about what people do all day, farm animals, etc. Everything was is a learning experience. And, truly, he's so eager to learn that he's been very easy to teach-he's already reading a bit and LOVES it. This year, though, he turns 5. And even though in Arizona he's technically not supposed to start Kindergarten until next year; we're doing it. He's ready, we have a year of grace before Adam starts his program in which I am not pregnant, and we can maybe get this formal-homeschooling-thing figured out. Although the thing I like most of all, perhaps, is that it's so INformal-although I'm following a kindergarten curriculum this year, I've already found that he's about 40% thru it, so we're piecing stuff together, focusing on character building and reading with the other stuff, of course, mixed in. Fridays will be our field trip day twice a month; the other two Fridays will be spent doing different age-appropriate service projects. And the B-girl is starting preschool! She's very, very excited and I'm letting her lead on a LOT of it (she's 2 1/2), but it's still challenging with the 2 of them. Yesterday was our first OFFICIAL day of school, so, of course, we did some fun first day stuff...I grabbed my point-and-shoot and took them outside to answer some questions. Figured they'd be more likely to be excited about it...and I was right! I will most definitely be doing this survey every year. Love some of their answers!

(she wasn't about to pose by the palm tree; I'm ok with that!)

...and since out letter of the week is-you guessed it-A; we of course had to start our alphabet wall with some alligators. And end our day with pancakes for dinner with Daddy! Day two? Exploring animals at the Zoo!!
So far, I love homeschooling :)


Who are you, again?

You know it's been a long day when you find yourself googling "2 year old discipline" at naptime. Yes, my sweet little girlie succumbed to two-year-old-ness. Awhile ago, actually. And, just FYI, two-year-old girl is very, very different than two-year-old boy. Very. Lots more crying, and screaming, and fits over I'm not even sure what most of the time...did I mention she's also incredibly smart and strong willed? She's known how to push her brother's buttons since she was about 11 months old, but man...the girl can dish it out. She's even figured out the fine art of verbal manipulation ("I don't love you, Pax," "That's not your window, Pax,") which just blows me away 'cause although I'm female and I do have my moments, I
a) am NOT very dramatic and
b) don't go in for the verbal manipulation thing. At all.
   My sweet girlie...well,  she can't take it when her brother pushes her buttons, which leads to...you guessed it! More crying, screaming, hitting, biting (she left a mark this morning!) etc.Really, I'm kind of out of ideas. I've tried all the things I used with her brother when he was in the middle of his two-ness..and a few other things, as well. Thus the Googling. Then I had an absolutely genius idea. Seriously. ready for it???..... I think I just need to ask my friends what they've done with their own girlies. Amazing, eh? **disclaimer: I love my sweet girlie. Totally and absolultly-and waaaaay too much to let her grow up to be the kind of mean girl who knows she can throw a tantrum and get her way. So. I'm asking. We need some advice here, people. Share the love....it takes a village, right? Anyone have any success stories for super smart, super strong willed, super fit throwing two year old girls??

....aaaaand on a completely unrelated note...is it just me, or is the resemblence here uncanny??


Diary of a (pre)Med student('s wife): halfway there (almost).

It's 7:22 and my children are still asleep..as well they should be. We ( the littles and I) got to my folks's house in Colorado about 10 last night; they definitly didn't go to bed until at least 11:30. Once upon a time, this trip was supposed to be just me & the babe, as I have a wedding to shoot on Saturday and a few other fun shoots lined up.....but that was before the interviews started rolling in. And now? Adam will be on his way to interview #3 tomorrow, in Fort Wayne, Indiana.
2 down, 3 to go.
And you know what's just so cool fantastically, incredibly wonderful??
He's already been offered spots in BOTH the programs he already interview at!
Yup. He's been offered a spot in Philadelphia, and one in Connecticut. Some times it seems a bit surreal-you know, in that we've-been-working-toward-this-for-long-and-now-it's-actually-happening kind of way. He did it! He's actually starting PA school next summer...somewhere.
All the praise and glory to God, whose favor is real and grace is so beautiful-it's a direct answer to prayer. I prayed very specifically back in May when his application was submitted to CASPA for early interviews and early acceptance. This last interview in Connecticut? It was last Saturday. Adam got home Sunday, after a 7-hour reroute through Vegas (that's another story, though; and I found the email offering him a spot in their program Monday before noon. Yeah. It doesn't get much faster than that! I'm so grateful...I know it didn't have to work out like this, but it's just plain fun that it has.And I am so stinkin' proud of Adam! (are you tired of hearing that yet? Well, too bad. I am. And I will continue to tell him and anyone else who listens about it...always. )
So which one will it be? Well, that's the question, now isn't it? In our heads, for the moment, it's Connecticut. But we are continuing to pray for favor in these next 3 interviews, because they are to his top 3 schools. The two in Phoenix, obviously, because we'd love to stay here, in our house, and not have to move again for awhile. Seriously, the thought of staying in the same house for 4years is kinda crazy to me right now, but oh my does it sound lovely! Next choice is Indiana, because of family and a family home to rent that are readily available?
Then, of course, it's Connecticut. You know, the one he's already been accepted to. Cautiously optimistic is the way my husband describes his feelings right now. Thankful to be accepted; yet not wanting to "make" us move again. He's a man...the protector and provider. It's part of who he is, and I love it about him- but I have the luxury of just being beautifully exited for him.
He's been accepted to PA school. It's been a long road, and I know in some ways it's just beginning...but I say, bring it on! Everything we've gone through in the past 3 years, good and bad, has been in preperation for this...I'm so excited, and thankful...and yet, still waiting. But like I said before-I'm really not worried about the interviews.
I know God's got this, and whereever we end up will be the right place for us.
But I think I'm gonna have to change the title of these posts...he's officially not pre med anymore!
Go, love, Go!


I should be.

Adam is out of town on interview #2 (Conneticut, this time), and I should be switching the laundry or unloading the dishwasher or some such to get ahead of the kids in the morning....but. 
My smallest son turned 5 months old on Wednesday (how'd that happen??) and before another month gets away from me...
before I forget to write down that he started sitting up on his own a few weeks ago

...and saying "hi" (no really, he does...so stinkin' cute!!)

...and that he's already doing the inchworm across the floor in a determined effort to keep up with the bigger kids

...and that he's so sweet and smiles at everyone, instantly

... and that he's an inch and a half shorter than his sister was at a YEAR
...and that he hated the tiny baby carseat that we've already switched him to the one his sister was in, rear-facing of course
...and that he loves music but tends to flinch when he hears his big sister come near (she loves him fiercely)
...and that he's a huge Mama's boy right now (which I'm totally soaking up)
...and that he's already lovin' sweet potatoes and tolerating avocado
...and that he's 14 lbs and 25.5 inches of snuggly

                 fiercely determined
                          little boy.
(c'mon....can you blame me for slacking off? Who doesn't love that face??)


Diary of a (pre) Med Student('s wife): So it begins.

This will be short, as it's 6:43 and a little energizer-bunny of a girlie has already been up for an hour and 15 minutes. But I had to post this-Adam is on his way to his first Physician's Assistant school interview today. It's been a looong road and it isn't over yet-but I'm so proud of him and all he is. As of right now, he's gotten six- SIX- invitations to interview at 6 different schools; including the two schools that are here in the Valley of the Sun. He's accepted 5.
And this morning, he left for the first one.
This one is in Philadelphia...he'll get there tonight, and spend the majority of the day interviewing/seeing the campus/talking to current students; and then fly back home tomorrow evening, getting in about 10pm. Fast and furious. If you think of us at all in the next couple of days, pray for him. Pray for favor, for wisdom, for the right words as he interviews, for early notifications one way or another. We're supposed to hear something within 2-4 weeks of his interview. The hubs is pretty good with people, (ha! that's an understatement) so I don't think either of us is really too worried about the interview process, but still-this is a big deal. Actually, it's a HUGE deal. So please pray along with us. And celebrate with us! God is so good, all the time, and we are absolutely aware that is is HIS favor and HIS grace working in and thru Adam that has gotten us this far.


She said/He said

My kids say funny stuff, (at least, I think it's funny) and I want to remember it, always. So before I forget....

She said:
a conversation between my sweet (and totally 2.5) doll and her daddy during a rest stop.
Adam : "Blythe, did you she she (pee) your pants?"
B, tugging on her pants: "These are snugglies,"
Adam: "Did you she she your snugglies?"
B: "Snugglie pants."
Adam (I can practically feel the exasperation at this point, but he keeps calm!): "Did you she she your snugglie pants?"
B:" Um. Yeah."

He said:
as Pax sat at the kitchen table with his sister yesterday...
       "B, your vanilla milk's the bad guy and mine's the good guy. LET"S FIGHT!!"

(after said "fight", he proceeded to sprinkle his sister's hair with the last drops of his vanilla milk. Not sure what the purpose of that was.)

The baby? Well, he says "hi"....but that's just cute, mostly.


Wordless Wednesday: Tiny Buddies.

Benson and Blaise. 
They really don't have any choice...they were born
 to be buddies.


30 Days of Pinterest: day 8.

This is why I pin things like this. Because sometimes, 

you just need somethingto keep them busy

while you make dinner.
And they loved this one...although it was a bit hard for Sugar B. Pax ended up inventing some kind of new game that they both got lots and lots of points for...I'm not sure exactly what it was.
The rules kept changing.
But they had fun!