Father's Day Revisited

June 29, 2010 on 9:18 pm | In The Boys | By Cindy | No Comments | Add a comment

A week or so before Father’s Day, Ricky and my mom were hanging out.  He informed her since she didn’t have a husband on earth, the family should all come to our house for Father’s Day.  There you go.  So that’s what we did.

It was also Cousin Cate’s birthday celebration.  She’s awfully cute …

She got a cute new apron

Rusty wasn't so sure he approved of this chick opening presents on his turf ...

Even a story from Uncle Tony wouldn't distract him ...

Tommy got some birthday loving.

Cate got a vintage baby buggy as a gift and, naturally, we had to try it out with Tommy!

He did NOT approve.

Uncle Tony’s birthday was the week before and the boys gave him their present on Father’s Day as well.  Ricky got him soda and Billy wanted to give him balloons, so we bought a bag of assorted balloons.  They were a huge hit with all the littles especially when Uncle Tony taught them to rub the balloons on hair to make them stick to the wall.  I think Rusty did this one backwards – he rubbed it on the wall and then it stuck to his hair! (Yup, that balloon hung around on his head for a minute before he finally knocked it off)

And as you would expect with in a house full of costume-wearing boys (we had an alien, Spiderman, and a ninja turtle), some rough-housing got started.  Perhaps the uncle helped …

It went from a group hug …

To this …

To this …

And then I think in a desperate attempt to end the madness and gross the children out, Uncle Tony licked one.  I believe the purpose was to get the kids off.  He must have forgotten Ricky’s tongue …

We’ve learned, our boys will just lick you right back!

Life

June 25, 2010 on 4:51 pm | In The Boys | By Cindy | No Comments | Add a comment

See this face …

And this one …

And this one …

Don’t forget this one …

I love each of those faces.  Even on days when they lie to me, hit each other, stand on my dining room table, and spit up and poop on me at the same time.  Even when they yell, argue, cry, and mumble incoherently about life not being fair.  I love those faces even when all of that happens within two hours in one day and all I want to do is cry myself because it has just been one of those weeks.  They are MY little faces and I love them more than anyone or anything.  Well, almost anyone and anything …

That’s life.

Snuggle Bunny Cuteness

June 24, 2010 on 10:32 am | In The Boys | By Cindy | No Comments | Add a comment

I know he’s my baby and all, but don’t you just want to snuggle this cute thing?

Bat-Baby

June 23, 2010 on 8:58 am | In The Boys | By Cindy | No Comments | Add a comment

Rusty has been watching his brothers play around in their costumes so much lately that I guess he was tired of being left out.  He brought me this cape the other day …

He was perhaps the cutest little superhero ever, but he would not stand still long enough for a picture … too much evil to fight … books to un-shelf … sidewalk chalk to eat … you know, all the superhero basics.

I vant to suck your blood …

June 22, 2010 on 2:44 pm | In The Boys | By Cindy | 1 Comment | Add a comment

Doesn’t this look like the sweetest little picture?

To me it looks like a loving big brother giving his baby brother a sweet kiss.  That is why I took the picture.   Ha!

Just moments after the click of the shutter, I realized what was happening and yelled, NO!  Then I had two babies crying.  Rusty was crying because I had just scolded him (he’s very sensitive to that) and Tommy was crying because Rusty was trying to take a chunk out of his cheek!   For the next 5 hours, there were three little teeth marks under Tommy’s eye and two little teeth marks down on his chubby cheek (Rusty has 4 top teeth, so I don’t know where that tooth mark went).  Rusty isn’t a big biter, unless you put your finger in his mouth, so I’m not sure why he thought Tommy would taste so good!  At least the picture looks like a sweet memory.

And to continue the fun that was my Saturday afternoon … I had just gotten the two babies settled down and was feeding Tommy, when Ricky came in from outside.  I couldn’t see him from my spot on the couch, but he was clearly standing on my carpeted stairs and telling me about the fun he and Billy were having.  They were making rivers and there was a dam that needed to be taken down and on and on and then he said something about not stepping on the plants and a light went off in my head.  Ricky and Billy were out in the garden where Kevin had left the water on while he went to a meeting.  This was not good.  Not because the boys would hurt the garden, but because of what I knew I’d see when I stood up.

There on my stairs was a muddy Ricky.  Coming in the door at that moment was a muddy Billy.  There were the muddy footprints from the door to the stairs and the muddy hand prints on the wall and banister and the muddy drips falling off the boys!  Oy. Oy, oy, oy.  To say I lost my cool would be putting it mildly.  We don’t care if they play in the mud when we are out there, but mud is not supposed to come into my house.  I was all dressed up to go out with Kevin as soon as he got home and I still needed to fix dinner for the boys, not clean up mud.  I was disturbed.  Ricky and Billy got cleaned up, leaving a tub full of dirt behind them, and knew better than to complain as they cleaned up every toy in the house for part of their punishment.   I’m told someday I’ll laugh about it.  It isn’t that day yet … but I think it is getting closer.

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