Winter is almost over! When I look back at the last two months in pictures I'm kinda blown away at where time went. Here are some random pics and overdo updates:
Do you see Bubba? He prefers confined spaces. Con is rarely dressed, and if dressed, rarely has pants on.
Have I told you how awesome Johnny is in a while? No? He gets up with the boys every morning. It doesn't matter if its 5am or 8am, I hear tiny feet headed towards our room and lean over, hit Johnny, and ask him to get up with them. Every morning he says yes, rolls out of bed, and gets them downstairs.
Johnny says his favorite part of his day if breakfast. They never seem to get tired of oatmeal.
Con is growing up WAY too fast! He is starting to communicate more and more, which is a great thing for the most part, but "UH UH!" is probably his favorite thing to say. He loves to tease his older brothers, which I can't really get mad at because they probably deserve it most of the time. He gives the best kisses, never cries when he gets hurt (only when he wants something someone else is eating), and knows how to turn the music on on my phone and then dances around the room. His cheeks are the softest, most kissable things EVER, and he's turning out to be a snuggler like his brother Drakie. He's the greatest Chubby Con there is.
Johnny and I always wonder where Bubba gets his shape of eyes... His vocabulary is growing by the minute! I love this, having two out of three that can communicate is making things a tad easier (even if Bubba is usually yelling at me or someone around him - he is an angry child).
He's feisty and sweet and completely unique. He entertains himself for hours, knows what he wants and when and how he wants it, and runs through the house non stop with unending amounts of energy!
In nursery at church he always introduces himself when he walks in, "I'm Bubbaweeshy! BUBBA - WEESHY!" and then I'll say, thats not your name, so he'll respond "No, I Bubba. Wait, I Pierthe!" And after the introductions are over, he goes to each adult in the room asking for keys (to open the toy cupboard). As soon as the cupboard is unlocked, he pulls out bucket after bucket until he finds every Lightening McQueen and Mater, and if I've stayed in the room until this point, he'll come find me, lead me to the door, and say "Bye bye now!". I never get tired of this process and laugh every time : )
Drake is getting too big, too fast. Every night I go to the bunk bed and check on the boys, and see Drake laying their growing up in front of me. We put him in that bunk bed when he was 2 years old, and now he's 4 and I don't like it : ) He's helpful and sensitive and so expressive with his words. He's smart and curious and the questions he asks make me stop and really think (which is hard to do pregnant!).
Yesterday he came up to me and said, "Mom, I love pretty girls." I'm sad he's four, but when he says things like that I'm thrilled he's not sixteen.
Since the day Drake was born up until Fabruary 8th, I had never taken my boys to get a hair cut. I put myself through the mess and torture, thinking I was sparing myself from worse torture at a salon. I finally found a girl who cuts hair out of her house and has two little kids (and more Cars toys than Bubba has ever seen) that my boys can play with while they take turns. It was FANTASTIC!
Do you live around here? If so, go to Chelsea to get your hair or your kids hair done, she is awesome!
My three handsome guys and their new haircuts.
And last, I saw this picture in iPhoto and have no idea how or why it was there. I might need to be a bit more careful when handing them the iPad or phone, who knows what they're looking at.
