just hangin around today

Catching some toads



Letting them suffer in the sun a little bit



Teasing Grace with it



Picking some dandilions



And... eating them

Sunday nap

He's adorable, isn't he?


And the baby's pretty cute, too.

Bobo

An old nickname that came from a book about a monkey named Bobo that was looking for a hug. When he found his mother, he cried "Mama!" and she cried back, "Bobo!". Jacob loved this book, and we read these lines enthusiastically.
He would surprise me throughout the day with a huge hug and a "Mama!" and I would return with a bigger hug and a "Bobo!"

Grace has trouble with Jacob's name. So she just calls him Joe. So the girls started the nickname up again because it's easy for her to say.
And he doesn't seem to mind. It's better than being called Joe.





While working through some math problems the other day, a question was raised.
"How do you make a kiloliter into a liter?"
Jacob answered from across the room, "You just take the K off."
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Jacob - "You have 7 kids in this family but you didn't born one of them. Know who it is?" (Holding a stuffed monkey, named Bobo of course, behind his back)
Me - "Um, let me guess, Bobo?"
Joe - "Nobody borned Bobo."
Jacob - "Yeah, somebody borned him. A monkey borned Bobo.
Then somebody shot him.
Then they took the meat out of him.
Then they stuffed him with fluffing.
Then they sewed him back up.
(long pause, in deep thought)
...is that how they make toys?"

If it was, we would have a lot less stuffed animals in this house.

legos, legos, legos

My living room floor has been decorated with tons of teeny tiny legos every day since their birthday. They have played with nothing else since. When I was looking for Christmas and birthday presents, I was searching for something more than cars and trains. I wanted something a little more productive, something constructive, and something that would hold their attention. These'll work.



Joe's camera face



As if the boys don't make enough of a mess...

Eeew

Spring rain + dump trucks + a dirt pile =



...little puddles of yucky things. Grace is drawn to it, and at the same time, disgusted by it. Her new favorite word, that we hear a hundred times a day, with much enthusiasm - "Eeeeeeewwww!"



And what was so disgusting?

Photo shoot fun

Grace waiting patiently to get into the picture







Me and my sweet, ever so serious girls

Happy Mother's Day

Yes, I realize how blessed we are. I know there are many people who don't have their mothers near and plenty of grandmas that have "raised their kids already" and don't have much to do with their grandchildren. That's not us.



Though their kids are grown, I guess a mother's job is never done. I cannot count the times we have run out of something and it is magically replaced, someone just happens to bring over a box of wipes because she knew we were out, or the loads of laundry that were washed when we were sick or had come home with a new baby or for no other reason than to be helpful.The many, many days they have spent watching the kids have not only been a huge help to us but the kids love their "Grandma's day and Mema's day."

We are blessed to have loving mothers that find time to snuggle with each grandchild.



And to be silly with them, too.



Happy Mother's day!