NOT a Booger

So half an hour after I put the boys to bed tonight I heard Charlie upstairs sneezing away. After several sneezes I decided to go help the poor kid blow his nose. He blew (he's very good at blowing his nose) and I asked him if that felt better. He continued to stick his finger up his nose saying, "Dewers a booga in dewer." It was dark so I opened the blinds to get a better look. Not good enough. I got a flash light. After shining it up his nose I realized what I thought was a string of snot was actually the reflection from this snap! My luck...there was NOT a doctor in the house. I was able to remove the snap from his left nostril with my tweezers but he keeps telling me, "Dewers a booga in dewer." I am left wondering what else he put up there and how far up he pushed it. My trusty flash light and I can't see anything more. What else could I do? I sent him back to bed.

Name that dog

Theron's fancy fancy birthday cake.

Boring Morning

I guess it wasn't exciting enough around our house this morning. Theron found me after spending quite a while in the basement and said, "Mom, like my crown?" BTW the toothpicks taped to his face are his king beard. Everyone knows all kings have beards.

Happy Birthday T-man

Theron turned 5 years old.

Some things I don't think I will ever forget about Theron at this age are:

• How hard he tries not to smile when we want him to.
• Women everywhere stop him to comment on his beautiful long lashes and his perfectly curled hair.
• His infatuation with Star Wars.
• He begins most of his sentences with "I have a question..." which I think means he just wants to talk.
• How much he loves little Burke.
• His nightly requests for leg and back rubs.
  
• His draw to anything going on in the kitchen.
  
• His soft curly hair because secretly...I love it too.
  

Mulchy Boys

I'm sure every family has a picture like this at this time of year. I couldn't help but be reminded of dirty summer feet when I looked back at this picture. It seems far too many summer nights we are finally getting the boys into bed long after bedtime and without a bath. Though the thought of dirty boys in clean sheets makes me crinkle my nose I can not bear to put them to bed with dirty feet. I long for the day when I can insist that they wash up before they come to dinner (or at least before they go to bed) and it doesn't involve an hour of my time. Then again, just writing that makes me long for them to just stay little.

Five o'clock Bedtime??

Some days are just rough.

MMM

Our friend Dixie treats us right. We had her over for dinner and she offered to make dessert. She saved us from more of the same ol' thing...brownies from an Aldi brownie mix. Although these brownies are our favorite there was something a little more special about the strawberries fanned out across the top of this poke cake.