The Pitter-Patter Of Little...

Paws!?!

The Big Birthday Continued:

Yes, two weeks ago, Hunter (actually, all three of my boys) caught me at an extremely weak moment and I consented to get a puppy. Why? Well, partly because I agree with my husband that every little boy needs a dog, but mostly because I've completely lost my mind. Nevermind that we already have two little "puppies" of our own to take care of, or that I'm busy with my little girl's singing group/doing hair/elementary musicals/you name it, not to mention church callings, playdates, joy- & pre-school, and the full-time job it is to manage a home... Or maybe it was because we were able to squeeze in some time to do another show together (finally, after 6 years of waiting!), and I thought, "Gee, life is too boring, we need a puppy." Well, whatever the reason, I finally gave in, and, crazy or not, I think the look on this little guy's face is worth it...

So what if we've lost enough sleep to feel like we have a newborn again? Who needs sleep, really? So what if we're excited when the puppy "only" has three accidents a day? Carpet can be replaced. So what if Sarah-the-neat-freak has to let go of some of her OCD? It's worth it, because now Kyler is no longer the "most difficult" member of the household...

He loves his "Taters" as well. One of my stipulations was that I got to name him. I chose "Tate," because it's my favorite name, but Brett refused it for our kids. So, now I have a dog named Tate ;)

And the boys have a little "Shmorkie" puppy to literally cart around.

Let's just hope this pet lasts longer than the cat did.

It Flew By...

Just as everyone said it would. I now have a five-year-old! Seeing as how Hunter turned 5 over a week ago, I thought I'd better post...

We started his big day with a "Boys-Only-Pirate-Party." Dad took the day off (as per Hunter's request) and was a big help with the nine little pirates we had running wild!
We started out with the cake and icecream (so we wouldn't spoil lunch), and I realized that pumping them full of sugar at the beginning of the party was probably a mistake...

But they didn't mind! We played "pin the flag on the map," held some "peg-leg races," had them "walk the plank," and just let them be wild and crazy!

The party ended with them running around the circle to find "clues" for their very own treasure hunt. Brett and I couldn't believe how much they loved it. (We only gave 6 clues and later wished we had done more- guess we underestimated a group of five-year-olds!)

Hunter then celebrated at preschool, where he was crowned "Birthday King." He wouldn't take the crown off the rest of the day!
He even wore it while riding his big new birthday bike.

We ended his birthday celebration with the family party on Sunday. He had been drooling over his cake all day. (Notice how he had to place his "Mickey, the Pirate-Musketeer," on his ship)...

More birthday news to come...

Seriously?!

Dear Kyler,
Your monster ways are usually cute, but this time, we've reached a new low... IF you ever again feel the need to stick your hand into your diaper and smear stink all over your sheets, comforter, and bed, I would highly suggest you refrain from doing so, because next time (and there had better NOT be a next time), I will literally tape your hands to your armpits!
Love,
Your Extremely Livid Mother