Grrr... I'm a Bear!

Not all of the photos taken this weekend were of booger pickin'. We actually got a couple of sweet ones of Luke. Jack is seriously difficult to photograph right now. He doesn't know how to stand still, and he has an aversion to the camera these days. I hear something like, "NO TAKE PICTURE!" every time I get my camera out. Luckily, Luke is a more willing subject. 

A sweet little smile at Jack who was riding his motorcycle FAST. 

Oh how I love that pouty little lip!

Oh, Lukey...

Oh, Lukey, there are so many things to love about you. I'm going to take this opportunity to write a few. 

1. I love the way your ears stick out a little bit.

2. I love that you giggle when I talk to you as if I'm the funniest person you know.

3. I love when you nestle in close and rub your head against my shoulder.

4. I love seeing you with your feet up in the air while your hands play with your toes.

5. I love when your screams sound just like I imagine a velociraptor sounding. 

6. I love that you've starting talking to me. "Goo!"

7. I love how you try to put your pacifier back in your mouth like you're a big kid.
8. I love that you squeal at the words Tick Tock because you know I'm going to do the song and dance with you.
9. I love how you watch your brother and give him your biggest smiles.
10. I love to watch you in the bathtub- kicking, squealing, and having so much fun.

Oh, Lukey, I love you!

John, All I Want for my Birthday is...

I told John that all I really wanted for my birthday was a sweet picture of me with the boys. This is what I got. Ha! This is quite possibly the worst photo EVER taken. No offense, John. Seriously, it's like that picture that you don't ever want anyone to see, and here I am putting it right out there in cyberworld. Sorry, Jack. 

A little better, but not much. 

We gave up, and John handed the camera over to me. Luckily, I took a couple photos that made the time it took me to download the photos onto my computer worthwhile. 

Happy birthday, Mom. Here's a booger. 

Best Birthday

When you're young, you count down the days before your birthday. At least I did. Since I've gotten older, birthdays have become just another day. Until this year. This year John went all out.

He coordinated a birthday brunch with his family. Brunch was a perfect idea because a) it's my favorite meal of the day. b) my youngest is happiest in the morning. Jane made a yummy, yummy meal AND sent home a carrot cake for after dinner. I felt bad that everyone didn't get to enjoy it because it was fabulous.

He bought cards from both himself and the boys. And he wrote the sweetest message in the card from him. He knows those handwritten notes are my favorite part!

And we just spent the afternoon together, our family of four. We didn't have somewhere we had to be or something we had to do. Those kinds of days are my favorite.

And to top it off, I got to listen to Jack sing happy birthday to me. This was seriously the best birthday I've had since my skating party in fourth grade. It was almost good enough to make me look forward to my next one. The icing on the cake would be if Luke decided his gift to me was going to be a night of uninterrupted sleep.



A+

In true teacher fashion, today was assessment Friday. Jack earned an A+ on his very first quiz. I cannot begin to explain how much fun it was having preschool with Jack this week. He enjoyed it so much, and so did I. Tonight I was reading a book to Jack about school buses. (Next week is B week you know!) John asked Jack what the kids do at school. His answer was, "Make cookies!" John and I exchanged a quick grin over Jack's head and agreed with him that kids definitely make cookies at school. They also cut A's out of playdough and make alligator crafts and put together floor puzzles and stamp and read books. All fun stuff!