OK so here are the much asked for pictures---these are from the last month.....

Wacky Hair Night at Awana!!

They boys decided to play in the mud!!!  They were covered---I couldn't even see Chase's shoes and from a distance Wes looked local--totally brown!! Too funny--needless to say we cleaned them up with the hose.

Getting cleaned up....Jack had to get in on the action too---I didn't even have time to get his shirt off he just wanted to get wet so badly...

Notice Jack in the back of this picture---I told the two boys to smile and he pops up from the back---it was so funny!

Our little CUBS fans----the boys are learning the phrase "Next Year" at a young age!!

Jack all ready for Church

Wesley's first soccer game!  He is NOT like Chase at all---he loves to play soccer but is in his own world---it's really funny.

Jack finishing off his Mac and Cheese!!

Our new pet---he lives right outside the living room window!  The boys love to watch when Ken puts a bug in the web---it's pretty cool to see him eat it...

This is what our sky has been looking like during this rainy season...I think it's just about over though!!

Here's a video for grandma's and grandpa's and uncles and aunts----just Jack saying a few words---it's about the only time I could get him still so sorry he's not always looking at the camera!! 

Here’s one for all you parents out there … for all of you who are home, in the trenches, every blessed hour of the day.
Erma Bombeck wrote this for you, because she knew.

    One of these days you’ll explode
    and shout to all the kids,
    “Why don’t you just grow up
    and act your age!”

    And they will…

    Or, “You guys get outside
    and find something to do –
    without hurting each other
    And don’t slam the door!”

    And they don’t.

    You’ll straighten their bedrooms
    until it’s all neat and tidy,
    toys displayed on the shelf,
    hangers in the closet,
    animals caged.
    You’ll yell,
    “Now I want it to stay this way!”

    And it will…

    You will prepare a perfect dinner
    with a salad that hasn’t
    had all the olives picked out
    and a cake with
    no finger traces in the icing
    and you’ll say,
    “Now this is a meal for company.”

    And you will eat it alone…

    You’ll yell,
    “I want complete privacy on the phone.
    No screaming,
    Do you hear me?”

    And no one will answer.

    No more plastic tablecloths stained
    No more dandelion bouquets.
    No more iron-on patches.
    No more wet, knotted shoelaces,
    muddy boots or
    rubber bands for ponytails.

    Imagine…. a lipstick with a point,
    no babysitters for New Years Eve,
    washing clothes only once a week,
    no PTA meetings or silly school plays
    where your child is a tree,
    no car pools,
    blaring stereos or
    forgotten lunch money.

    No more Christmas presents made
    of library paste and toothpicks,
    no wet oatmeal kisses,
    no more tooth fairy,
    no more giggles in the dark,
    scraped knees to kiss
    or sticky fingers to clean

    Only a voice asking,
    “Why don’t you grow up?”

    And the silence echoes:
    “I did”

    Erma Bombeck