Happy 9th Birthday Little Guy!!!!

 

Happy Birthday to my Little Guy!! Born 3 and half weeks early and weighing in at 6 pounds, 15 oz. Screaming from the minute you came out until you were over a year old. You became known as Professor Grumpypants.


Broke his arm ON Christmas day when he was 2!


My little king pulling the sword out of the stone.


Sitting on the rocks next to the sign that says not to sit on the rocks! He! He!

Oh Bubba, sweet Bubba. I love that you still give me hugs and kisses sometimes even though you're getting too big and too cool to do that. You are such a great leader and wonderful example to your little brothers. You make me smile and exasperate me each day. You're the best!


Tenacious, loving, wild, fun, smart, motorcycles, fishing, camping, archery, bb gun, baseball, wants to be like dad, stubborn, strong, responsible, friends, kind, sharing, mostaccioli, always hungry, pop tarts, Bear scout, and totally awesome!!!

Father's and Sons

This year the Father's and Sons campout was on Bubba's birthday weekend again. I guess that's what he gets for being born during the anniversary of the restoration of the Aaronic Priesthood. Anyway, they went to the sand dunes just south of here. The boys had a great time sliding down the dunes on sleds. I guess the sleds didn't work very well, but someone had a boogy board that worked. Well, Bubba ate it one time about half way down and ended up with a mouth full and face full of sand. Eeew! Of course dad filmed it, but didn't get any photos. The only photo of the weekend is the one in our title spot. They stayed up late that night going to the observatory they have there and got to see Saturn and its rings and moons. I'm so jealous. Then they got up at the crack of dawn so they could get back in time for Bubba's game. None of the other LDS kids on his team thought that was important enough to show up for. We were extremely annoyed because only 8 kids showed and you can start with 8, but if you don't end up with 9, the game counts as a forfeit. Luckily, our coach got the director to approve the game with 8, so we won and it counted. It was a really good game. I think if you sign your kid up for a team sport, they need to be there. We've missed several pack meetings, including the Pinewood Derby, so that he could be there. Anyway, I'll get off my soapbox now. Poor dad was awake more than asleep all night. He's such an awesome dad since it's not as fun for him as it is for them, but he does it anyway because they love it.

Mother's Day and Other Stuff

JP got to play catcher at his last game.

I got my hair done Friday (finally) and I love it. The color turned out awesome. It's a "chocolate red" with a few violet highlights. I tried to take a picture so you could see the color well.


Hot dogs go in your hair...

And up your nose, but not in your mouth. Did you know that?

Happy Mother's Day to all! My boys brought me pancakes and bacon in bed. Then I got a card that sings the chicken dance (oh yay)which said<"Happy Mother's Day to the queen of the roost," and JP made me a cool pottery thing. Peanut gave me a cupcake cookbook (I'm so excited to try it out), and Bubba made me a book at school. It came with a CD of Louis Armstrong's song, "What a Wonderful World," and as we played the CD I would turn the pages of the book where he had written in cursive the words on the bottom and had drawn a picture of each phrase. I never realized how awesome his drawings are. The teacher had them bound, too. It made me cry as I looked at it. It was truly a surprise because he made it sound like he hadn't done anything for me. He also had drawn me a picture of the Eiffel Tower (for those of you who don't know I love everything French). I am SO blessed to have such wonderful, loving boys. They definitely treat me like the Queen! Their dad has taught them well, and their wives will be so lucky someday.

Tantrums

Have any of you had a child who head butts? I don't know how to get Jo Jo to stop doing it. He mostly does it to me, but he's gotten B a few times. He does it to my shins if I'm standing, my thigh if I'm sitting, my chest if he's in my lap, and occassionally to my head or mouth. Can I tell you how awesome it feels? I'm not sure if he'll eventually just grow out of it, or if there's something to do now that will help. I'm looking for any advice from you that may have had this problem. He also likes to throw tantrums by either throwing himself backward onto the floor (whacking his head on the tile in the process), or cracking his forehead on the floor. I'm trying to figure out if he's doing it for my attention or what. He gets really mad if I ever have one of the other boys in my lap, or hold them. What a spoiled boy. He could never be anything but the baby or he wouldn't survive.

I Don't Want My Picture Taken

He decided to draw a happy face-on himself-while we were coloring yesterday.

Brothers Don't Shake Hands. Brothers Gotta Hug!

Last night during Peanut and Jo Jo's bath, Peanut told Butch, "I love Jo Jo so much. He's the best baby in the whole world. Except sometimes he throws toys at me." So sweet and funny at the same time that I just had to share.

So awhile ago we thought we lost the camera at our first baseball game and so we took Easter pictures with the video camera, which I didn't know how to download. I ended up finding the camera on the floor by the driver's side in my car. I can't believe it didn't fall out. Anyway, Butch finally downloaded the pictures the other night, so here are a few from Easter and one of Jo Jo chillin' like a villain in dad's chair at the baseball game awhile back.

We finally won our first baseball game tonight and Bubba got a double play. That of course I missed since I forgot to bring the camera for B and I was at JP's first game. JP caught the ball when he was on first base and hit both times he was up on his first pitch.

A Few Pictures

Found a new hiding place!

So smart. He learned how to put the coins in the slot of his piggy bank. He loves to do this over and over and over:)

Bet you didn't know he had such cute curls. Mama won't cut his hair because when we cut Peanut's curls off, they never came back:(