Wild Hair

My boys have awesome hair! It's just how mine was when I was little--kind of straight, kind of curly, kind of soft, kind of course. It doesn't make for very cute girl hair, but on a boy . . .golden! We can fro it, curl it, slick it--it's fabulous. Little Jimmy's will be the same, I'm sure. Right now, however, he is having some serious hair problems. His blonde fuzz is coming in, leaving long brown hairs only in a mohawk bang kind of thing and a hideous mullet in the back. So hilarious! Rob wants to shave it, but I won't let him--it's too funny. Still, in time, I'm sure he will have hair just as unpredictably fabulous as his brothers. Let's hope.

4th of July

We had a great 4th. Rob got off just in time to come to a BBQ with some friends. But the best part, hands down, is the fireworks here! Oh my gosh! I have never seen the like! So everyone lights those enormous stadium fireworks--everyone! We went onto our deck and just looked out at a sky full of light--it was the best fireworks show ever! The kids stayed up late watching them all; every time I walked passed their bedroom their were at their window looking out at the sky. So fun.


(yeah, it took three men to figure out how to light the lady bugs. hilarious!)

Water

It's the only thing that makes life livable out here. No seriously, it is like scorching and humid--a really uncomfortable, terrible feeling. My brother Jaron and I have been comparing our heat indexes over the phone (he's in Texas). We're not really sure who is winning--basically we are both miserable once outside. So...we rely on water!

Robbie is just a born fish. He dives to the bottom and does crazy jumps and somersaults. Ty is much more cautious, or at least was until this week. Now he launches himself in after Robbie (wearing floaties, of course), and just yesterday he said he wanted to learn to swim without floaties. I've been in a state of panic ever since. He has a false sense of skills. He kicks and kicks and sinks and sinks only to be pulled up with a beaming face and a happy voice that says, "Did you see that!" Needless to say, we had a long talk about floaties and always being with Mommy or Daddy; going to the pool isn't going to be as relaxing anymore.

Little Jimmy had his first little turn, too. Just like the others, he is made for water and absolutely loved it.

Three!

Sweet Ty is now a big three! After the first thirty minutes or so of Ty insisting that he didn't want a "birfday," Rob asked if he could help Jimmy open up some of the presents (that we would of course bring back since there was no birthday to celebrate). Once Green Lantern was revealed, it was party time! We started out with a breakfast of pancakes with sprinkles and chocolate chips and then headed to FUN RUN for a little Jolly Jump heaven. Friends came over for slip 'n' sliding and cupcakes, and the day ended with a whole lot of super hero action. We love this little guy.
Ty has an amazing imagination and fabulous explanations for his actions. (For example, he wears all his underwear backwards so that he can see the super heroes printed on the bottom.) He is kind and energetic and loves his family. As always, I did the traditional interview, and, as always, let me add the disclaimer that this is just what Ty said that day--an hour later his favorites could all change.

What's your favorite:
Color: Purple
Food: Soup, bean soup
Dessert: Ice cream with brownies
Drink: Juice. Black juice. The kind that is black and then you put water in it.
Candy: Gum--bubble gum
Animal: Mountain lion (roar!)
Toy: Green Lantern (He actually didn't even own the toy during the interview. As I said before--great imagination!)
Movie: Tale Spin
Best Friend: Caden
Sport: Baseball
What do you want to be when you grow up? Green Lantern (I asked him the day before and he said "A Dad." Robbie said, "A pilot or a lawn mower guy.")
What's your favorite thing to do with Daddy: Play baseball
With mommy: Choo-choo trains
Robbie: Shrug.
Here are a few pictures I took of him this week. We love you, Ty. Happy Birthday!

A Little Love

It was once solid wood and a favorite of my moms. She had a cute little cushion on the bench seat . . . but then the dogs got to it. The arms were eaten off and scratches were gouged into like every inch of the wood. Still, I hated to see it go. Finally, after lugging it along the last three moves, it was time to become presentable. So, with a lot of wood putty and some paint later . . . viola!

The Fountains at Crown Center

We have a great playgroup here that meets twice a week, and this was a winner! Ty refused to get near the enormous water gushers (except to lay by the side), but Robbie was much braver. Jimmy, well, as long as there is milk to be had, life is just about the same anywhere.

Ty

"Mom, bad guys go poop on their moms." This totally made me laugh. He's a genius, really. I mean poop is like the grossest thing ever to a two-year-old, and to do it on your mom! The ultimate disrespect! Yep, that is definitely BAD and I am sure bad guys do it.

K: "What does it mean to repent?"
T: Shrug. "I think it's Spanish."

We were in church and Ty saw the picture of the lamb and the lion. Ty stops and says, "Mom, that's a picture of when Jesus turns into a lion!" He saw Narnia at Grandma's house.

We were reading a book yesterday and I started asking Ty questions. "What is a baby dog called?"
"Baby Dog."
I laugh.
"Where do ducks live?"
"In lakes."
"What's a baby horse called?"
Ty looks at me like I'm totally pathetic, but really panic is behind his eyes--he has no guess! Finally he smirks and says, "Mom, you don't know what that is?" And that was it. He just dumped it all on me so he wouldn't have to answer. Smooth.

Ty kept dumping dirt out of the potted plants in our house and Rob had had it. "Ty! Leave the dirt alone! Don't even touch it!" A few days later Ty was at it again. "Ty! I told you not to touch the dirt!" Ty is mad at this point and fires back, "I'm not! I have gloves on!" and sure enough--those gardening gloves were doing all the work, dumping heaps of dirt all over the floor.

Ty LOVES superheros and any kind of action-adventure. Well before we moved Ty was outside playing with the neighborhood kids. He had on his Optimus Prime mask and his friend, Caden, was wearing the Ironman mask. Though Caden is six, Ty had no problem taking him on since it was really Optimus doing the work. Needless to say, Caden drilled him. He ran to my arms crying. I tried to comfort him, but it wasn't working. Finally he says, "Mom, I thought Optimus Prime was a good fighter . . . but he isn't! And I thought Ironman was a good guy, but he's not!" So cute.