Fun-ness

Is measured by the accuracy of your nerf gun shooting...


And by the theatrics of your wounded brother.

Surprise!

It's a post!

I am thinking I might try to start blogging a little more often than monthly again. I simply have to document things like Marcus' missing front teeth, or the flower bed Mike made for me, or the level of the insaneness my children are inflicting on my mind. You know all the normal things at my house.

Twice as old

He is twice as big,
twice as loud,
twice as messy,
twice as chatty (maybe even more),
twice as hilarious, wild, and out of control.

He makes me twice as crazy,
twice as busy, tired, and frazzled.
He has made my heart twice as big,
and this crazy child makes me feel complete.


This past year we have watched him change from a baby to a young boy right before our eyes.


He wants to do it all now.


He loves his brothers "Jeshen", "Neyna", and "Marta".


He LOVED being sung to so much we had to do it twice.

He had a great day today.