God Bless Baby Jax

I had to look at my calendar... almost a month ago was Jax's baptism and I haven't gotten these photos on my computer. My apologies! I have no excuse really.

Aside from the kids thinking they could run wild in the church, things went very well. Jax did not scream when they blessed him. Luke screamed for other disciplinary reasons. But we had a very nice time. Here are a few of my favorites from that night.

possibly out for the night

Our usual Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday night rituals vary slightly but always consist of dropping and picking Peyton up from football practice at 5:15 and 7:00 p.m. respectively. Tonight Dave is gone playing football so I loaded up the kids twice - to drop Peyton off and then pick him up again. Nash fell asleep on the way to get gas afterwards. He continued to sleep while I got gas, carried him in the house, and even slept through having his dirty diaper changed. I just hope he sleeps through the night too. I think tomorrow we'll try the nap thing :)

5-week countdown

As if I didn't have enough trouble saving money and keeping my mind off our annual trip to the Mall of America (MOA) in 5 weeks, Peyton has been running around whistling, humming, and singing this song! Not sure about the rest of you MOA-goers... but this puts me OVER the edge! I can almost smell it :)

Here's the Beef

Last night we spent some time finishing the sorting in the toyroom. All the toys, minus those under the spare bed, have been given a new home. Only one small crying spell about all her stuff being GONE (I won't mention any names...) but now we're fine. We're down to toy guns, army men (you're welcome Grandpa Randy), small animals for the barn my Dad made, some miscellaneous princess wear, a couple stuffed animals for each child, toy food for the kitchen, Matchbox cars, and baby toys. Wow. That sounded like a LOT. In all reality though, we cut everything in half. I think. This was the second downsizing of that room and  the first downsizing started with the closet. That was the easy part. Dave's Nascar cars and old photos were really all that were in there. And most of the old photos were my Mom's so that was an easy clean. In looking through some of the old photos, I was reassured that I maybe...sorta...kinda... could claim my children to be mine. They maybe...sorta...kinda look like me. A little.

Then there is that stronger resemblence to their father that kicks my butt every time. Dave laughs. And I pull the "I gave BIRTH!" card again. Trumps every time. Except I'm not sure I proved my point...