Owen bites through his tougue

I couldn't bring myself to take a photo of it though. Count yourself lucky. He bit all the way through and it's about and inch and a half long. He even passed out from losing so much blood. It happened at school while running around at recess. I want to pass out every time I have to check it to see how it's healing. I asked my friend whose a nurse to peek at it without explaining much to her. Owen opened his mouth up to show her and she exclaimed, "Wow! I wasn't prepared for that, I've never seen anything like it."

So here is a photo of Owie with his two front teeth and hair on his forehead and cheeks (so much that I even would shave his forehead). Those sweet sweet chubby cheeks. A silver lining was that we got to spend Thursday just Owen and I while Luke and Lily were in preschool. So, it's healing slowly but surely.

On another note Owen has the book Diary of a Wimpy Kid Do-It-Yourself. In it there is a page for you to list your injuries. It has a diagram for you to draw them in. Upon seeing this page Owen exclaimed, "Cool! I'm going to get to draw lots of battle scars on this page!"

So, so true my son.

She calls herself Rubby.

Even Lily has began to refer to herself as Rubby. Hopefully she won't hate Chad and I for not putting a stop to it. That and for publishing photos of her stuffing her face.

I'll make it up to her by posting about how swell she is. She is a very independent girl. She doesn't like to be controlled at all! She doesn't want to hold your hand in a parking lot but she will walk right next to you. She will even put a skip in every third step just for the sheer joy of it.

Rubby. You live with such gusto that we just adore you. We can't wait to see what you become with all that personality you've got. . . and those amazing dance moves.

I do believe

That I have neglected to share with you my favorite photograph taken of all time (taken after hiking to the top of a mountain in Utah).

I love it so much I even blew it up to an 11 x14, framed it and put it right by my computer. I smile and internally giggle every time I look at it. I don't know why, but it just brings me so much pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Yes, unadulterated.

A camping we will go.

Over spring break we went camping to Caddo Lake which is on the Texas/Louisiana border with our friends the Saddlers and Hubregs. Wasn't as good as it could have been due to the fact that my hubby wasn't along due to his slave driving job. But we made the best of it. The kids had a great time playing, fishing, canoeing, hiking and recreating.

This was the first time I've camped since I was a kid. . .it's a lot of work for parents. I'm sure my parents are smiling upon reading that line but it it so true. So many things to remember to bring, then all the packing, cleaning, driving etc. I had a TERRIBLE nights sleep (thanks to Lily caressing my face every ten minutes and saying "hi mommy, how are you?"

But all in all a fun time was had and I even got to play with my friends. Didn't catch any fish, thank goodness (my last experience still haunts me). And the canoeing was delightful. At one point as we were rowing along (me and four other children), Lily began to sing row row row your boat. It was so cute I could have died. Seriously. Below are some self-explanatory photos of our escapades.

This is something I do not want to forget.

This photo was taken of Luke at about ten months old. He was very smiley then, still is. But there is something about Luker I do not want to forget. Because it is funny and it happens without fail. Ready for what it is?

Luke will put his shirt on backwards every single time. And oftentimes it also inside out. I have personally witnessed him taking shirts off the hangers turn them wrong side out then put them on. Funny now, not terribly funny when your rushing out the door. Something that as we look back we will smile.

There's a party in my tummy, so yummy.

These photos have not been altered, staged or otherwise tampered with.

Miss Lily has something that she doesn't want you to know she has and doesn't want you to take away.

It's my brothers monkey, but for right now it's all mine.

Me, "You can't grow a mustache. You only have two hairs on your chest." Him, "Wanna bet?"

My blogging hiatus has been filled with procrastination, tennis, yoga, missing my husband while he's working too much, lunch dates, camping, bike rides with small children, dancing. Enjoying my young children and any stray children that wander into my home.

Now that my whereabouts have been put to rest on to important topics. For instance Luke's undying love for animals, cat or dog. He almost always has one in hand or wrestling with the other. A few weeks ago he was walking up from the bus (yes. . . dressed in his cowboys boots with one leg tucked into his pants, two suckers, a Michigan t-shirt (go blue), and his Peru hat) he noticed Major was outside. Upon this discovery he picked Major up with one hand and carried him up to the house.

Exactly like you would carry a newspaper tucked under one arm. I know the wool hat is a contradiction to the bright sunny skies and no coat. What can I say, he is his own man with his own thoughts on apparel.

One other thing I did over the last few weeks was save our insurance company a couple thousand dollars by performing a little of my own surgery(still waiting for my thank you note btw). It was time for Luke's beloved button to come out and instead of take him in for an appt. all the way in Fort Worth. I got out a few of my own tools and took it out meself. Luke and I report that the procedure went swimmingly and he's a button free boy now with two "belly buttons".

Now onto that challenge I threw down to that man of mine. This is at three weeks out. I'll let you decide who won that bet, but I think the jury is still out.