My Favorite Faces

We Heart the Lake!

We joined the Stoeckel family on a getaway to Lake Sam Rayburn this past weekend. We have been looking forward to going all month and our time at the lake definitely did not disappoint! The kids had so much fun playing jaguars and tigers, hammering the fireplace, and searching for crocodiles on the water (just to name a few). The adults had a blast playing chicken foot, telling stories around the chimnea, and cuddling with the kids on the sunset cruise (just to name a few more). You know you had a great time when you leave thinking only about when you can come back! Thanks again Stoeckel family!

Gettin' Crafty!

The boys and I were feeling super crafty the other day. In fact, we were feeling so super crafty that I decided I had no choice but to blog about it. We started out our crafty day with some pine cone bird feeders, rounded out the afternoon with some diaper box trains, and I finished off the evening at a painting class with friends. We sure had a great time working on all of our projects and are actually pretty proud of the finished products! Of course, proud is a relative term...my tulip picture is proudly on display in the laundry room. : )

Ian and the Apple Core

The boys have a book called 'Yummy, Yucky' and in it they talk about all of the yummy things you should eat compared to all of the yucky things you should not eat. Well, some of the things the book mentions are apples and apple cores. I bet you can guess which one is the one, huh? So during one of the umpteenth times I was reading this book to the boys, I casually mentioned how my friend, Ian, eats the whole enchilada...well, I mean, the whole apple. Sorry, I just couldn't resist. : ) Jack looked as impressed as I felt all those years ago when I first saw this feat in action. His eyes got even wider when I said that we should ask him to eat one for us next time he comes to play. Luckily, Ian was more than willing to play to the boys sense of wonder and took the apple and the apple core down in record speed. Thanks Ian! It's official...you are now the stuff of legends. : )

A Future Olympian?

Some Birds Without the Bees!

So Jack has been asking a whole bunch of questions lately. He wants to know who made the table, who made us, why do we have knees, who made chocolate, who made lizards, etc. I will spare you my ridiculous answers to these questions, but just know that I did shamelessly throw a Willy Wonka in there somewhere. : ) With spring in the air, I knew it was probably only a matter of time before we had our very first session of the 'birds and the bees'. Thank goodness for me it was the 3 year old, super scaled down version! But I figure I've definitely earned my keep now so I guess the 12 year old talk is all Jason! Hehe!

So here's about how it went with Mr. Questions...

Jack: Remember when I was in your belly?

Me: I sure do.

Jack: Did I wiggle around in there?

Me: You sure did. You even had the hiccups sometimes and my belly would go "hiccup, hiccup"

Jack: How did I get in there?

Me: Well...

Jack: Did I crawl in through a hole in your belly?

Me: Well, sort of.

Jack: Did Bear crawl in through a hole too?

Me: He sure did.

Jack: Why did you carry me in your belly?

Me (a little teary eyed): Well, because I wanted you more than anything in the whole wide world.

Jack (not the least bit teary eyed): Let's do it again!!!

Who's My Baby?

Our small fry, Hayes Rylan, wants so much to be a big fry. He will sprint into Jack's classroom and jump right in on all the big kid fun. He hikes his leg over and over again trying to get on the tricycle. He has no problem diving on top of a Fisher dog pile. He has become very opinionated about which books he wants to read at bedtime. He makes all the right sounds as he drives his cars and flies his airplanes. He loves to stand on his stool and brush his teeth all by himself. He runs the other way when it's time for bed and/or a diaper change. He is talking up a storm and has no problem letting you know if you didn't hear him quite right.

But lucky for me, he still has plenty of 'small fry' moments. He still wants me to kiss each and every injury and those kisses almost always do the trick. He still has only one dance move. He still gives great hugs and perfectly slobbery open mouthed kisses. He still gets heartbroken any time you have to tell him no. He still needs a bath after almost every meal. He still gets ecstatic over things as simple as a big acorn. And he still wants to be right in the middle of everything, actually make that right in the lap of everyone (especially his ma-MA).

But I guess, I still have no choice but to let our smallest fry turn into a little bit of a bigger fry. I just hope that when I ask him who my baby is, he'll keep pointing to himself...at least for a little while. : )

A Tale by Jack B. Fisher!

Seriously?

Since we have all been feeling under the weather, the boys and I have been sticking pretty close to the house. And when I say close to the house, I really mean close to the bed and close to the floor. It was on one of our many 'lay on the ground' marathons that I spotted a tiny little lions leg sticking out from under our bed. We had been looking for this lion for some time so the boys were pretty pumped about our chance discovery. And after finding this little treasure, I decided we better see what other goodies might be hiding under there. I was a little bit shocked and a whole lot appalled by the amount of "goodies" that we found. Of course, the boys were super excited because it was just a tad like Christmas morning. Check out this list...we found a lion, a tiger, a tractor tire, a monster truck, a mini ball, a construction worker, a bite size mini wheat, a dime, a fire truck, a heating pad, a camo jet, my computer, a purple ball, diaper rash cream, a yellow ball, a blue stackable, a cough drop, a half eaten poptart, a pony tail holder, 2 head bands, a jingle bell, a flute, a snack bowl, a ridiculous amount of Kix, a blue ball, an even more ridiculous amount of Cheerios, and ironically a happy holidays letter from our cleaning service that we just recently fired. Seriously you might ask? Seriously.

The Pukes.

The hubby and I headed to San Antonio this past weekend for JR and Brent's wedding weekend! It also happened to be Jason's birthday so we had a ton to celebrate. We naively figured it would be a weekend full of lots of fun, maybe a little romance, and some wonderful quality time with old friends. Luckily most of the weekend decided to agree with our plans for a great time even though on Friday night we heard that Gigi and Grandad were handling a very sweet Bear with a case of 'the pukes'. We were concerned and sad for our little guy, but they assured us that he was fine and that we shouldn't worry about a thing. So besides Bear's bad belly, things were moving along without a hitch until Saturday night. Yep, that's right...right before the wedding reception, my stomach decided to rebel against all of our plans for a fantastic evening. Yep, that's right...right as I am standing at the front of the room waiting for them to announce the wedding party, I found myself running to the bathroom to experience my very own case of 'the pukes'. So instead of a night of coffemaking it up with the beautiful bride, I was in bed and asleep by 8 p.m. And then poor Jason who thought he was going to spend his birthday night watching his wife coffemaker it up with the bride, instead found himself coming up with his own rendition of 'the pukes' as well. And if that wasn't enough, we called home in the morning to find out that Jack and Gigi figured they might as well get in on 'the pukes' action too. Can you say yuck, yuck, and double yuck? Thankfully, things are slowly getting back to normal around here although it has been quite the rough road. Here are a few pictures we took before things got squirrely...