This morning Shane stepped out of bed onto something soft and squishy... Isaac had somehow found his way to our floor in the night and slept on a bunch of pillows. He had a very rude awakening. He didn't even say ouch, just got up and went on his way. At breakfast I asked Isaac if he felt his dad step on him this morning. "No, I just heard my nuts pop." Milk nearly sprayed out of my nose.
Good grief, with three sons, it's always about the "nuts".
I've heard it said somewhere of parenting, that every day is different but painfully the same. We've had a busy fall, full of adventures, and monotony :) Starting with back to school.
I loved back to school when I was in Elementary... everything about it, the anticipation of seeing old friends and meeting my new teacher but especially the chance to wear new clothes. All the way down to the socks and crisp, fresh underwear. It doesn't get much better than that. I guess it's because we really never got new clothes except for at the beginning of the school year, I remember well the high-waters that I wore in the spring that were made into cut-offs for the summer.
My boys had zero enthusiasm for shopping for new school clothes, even though I bought a few new shirts and a new pair of pants for each of them, they went the first day in the same raggedy stuff they had been wearing all summer. I tried to get them to wear a polo shirt with a few buttons and a collar... they acted like I was like asking them to put on a three piece suit and bow tie. I took a picture anyway... Two fourth graders and one big, very big, first grader.
We scored free tickets to the final Round Rock Express baseball game of the season and it was deathly hot, but we had a good time. Since it was the last game of the season, the boys got to run the bases, which was a big highlight for them, and they got to bring their best buddy Jaden along for the fun.
Here are the boys sporting their rally caps which we have seen a lot of this season.
Don't even ask me how the little 6 year old gangster showed up in our picture.
For the first time in years, I took the boys to get their hair cut by a professional, you know, those people who actually know what they're doing. After giving Isaac a haircut that looked like a rainbow in front, I decided, it's time to make the change.
There's nothing fun about taking 4 kids to get their hair cut. First, the nice people gave them a sucker to keep them quiet. which inevitably becomes a hair magnet... gag... not to mention the blue lips and tongue that inevitably follow.
Bella was being a goofball and dancing around, so the boys were taking her picture. Here she is, playing it up for the camera and getting in touch with her inner diva.
Isaac, was being his usual self. When the nice hair cut lady asked him how old he was he just said, "I'm six, but I don't like to answer a lot of questions." After she forgot about his aversion to questions she asked, "So what school do you go to." Isaac said, "I really just don't feel like talking right now." Where did I get such a cynical 6 year old?
In other news .... I watched my friends little girl, and Bella's BFF, Madison for a few days while they were out of town. We had a lot of fun playing "dress ups" and tea party. Here are the girls all ready for church. Madison wasn't too thrilled about the dress but she was a good sport!
Of course, spending the weekend with the Lewis's means, spending all Saturday at the baseball field. Here is Madison ready for her turn at bat.
Finally, on Sunday after coming home from Church the boys instantly launched a full scale light-saber battle in the front yard. Those never end well. Isaac came in screaming and I confiscated once and for all, these miserable toys that have haunted me for a good 7 years. I made them gather up every last one of those scream inducing weapons. When I saw them all laid out, I just had to take a picture. To my utter dismay, I realized that Shane and I had bought every single one of those aggravating things. What were we thinking?
Finally, Isabella got busted on Sunday when she decided to have herself a little snack. I don't have a clue where she got this nutty idea ... I really don't. ;)
