pick up your crayons

It's time to start picking up the crayons. Baby boy is mobile. Crap.

Peanut Butter

People often ask me how I feed 5 boys. Sams and Costco. Please see the above example of a normal family's jar of peanut butter and the B's monthly jar of of the gooey, delightful, greasy tub of fun. I especially love how it states that this size is great for day cares, schools, and restaurants. I guess our house really is all 3. No wonder I am exhausted all the time. It's all the damn peanut butter and jelly making.

Oompa Loompa on the Loose

Hey Mom, I'm turning orange. I love sweet potatoes. I love butternut squash. I LOOOVE peaches, but I am thinking I might need a little more green in my diet. How about lentils?

Oh, and guess what? I have decided to start grabbing the spoon every.single.time. it comes near me. Just a heads up.

And I think I am too big for the baby bathtub. May I try the sink?

And JT really loves it when his me-me is warm from the dryer. Is there a clean one in the dryer?

Love, Baby Boy

long time no see...

The first month of school has officially kicked my ass.

The first month of school has kicked The Wild Indian's ass too.

My favorite note in the agenga was something like this

-not bieng nice to others

-not bieng nice to to teacher

-running in classroom

-swordfighting with pencils

followed closely behind

-called someone an idiot and was not honest about it

-screaming at top of lungs in cafeteria

Oh Sweet Mother of God, pray for my sanity.

Now this past week he got all smilies!!!!!!!!!!!!! His treasure box pick? A blow up sword. Crap.

On a better note, the older boys (including the Dad) have been enjoying the river. They went fly fishing a couple of weeks ago and had a blast. Thanks Greg! http://www.georgiacharterfishing.com/ Dad thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Followed by some shark fishing last weekend. David was about to give up, but Dad wouldn't let him. So after some gnashing of teeth and much grunting...

he landed a pretty fun catch.