Shaving cream, this time

The good news:

This only cost us a $1 can of shaving cream (plus some manual labor)

The bad news:

Tyler's eyes got bloodshot, and Jason has learned the art of fixing circumstances to LOOK like someone else (Tyler) did something...when really you (Jason) did it...and then point the finger their (Tyler's) direction.

Jason came running into my room (cutting in front of Tyler, to get to me first for HIS side of the story), and began by saying, "Tyler made a big mess with daddy's stuff!". Then, here comes Tyler, PLASTERED with shaving cream, and tracking it all on the rug through the living room and into my bedroom. This was a turning point for me: usually I am so upset at whatever catastrophy they cause, that I get instantly angry and try not to yell. This time, my biggest battle was keeping the smile off my face, and letting out a good laugh once I was in my bedroom, grabbing the camera, and out of the boys' earshot :)

Jason said, "Tyler did it all..he messed it all up". Sure. Whatever Jason. Tyler couldn't press down the shaving cream button to save his LIFE, let alone plaster himself that well with it. I'm sure he helped! But, I think we all know who the real culprit was.

Jason Talking

The best part of this video, is realizing how much Jason has grown up. He talks so much, and gets excited about things in such a sweet way. I figured I would catch a glimpse for everyone else, of what I get to experience all the time.

Tyler Dancing

Since going Garage Saling last weekend, and finding a VCR power cable for our VCR, we have been watching some of the boys' old VHS's, including "Blue's Clues", "VeggieTales", and "The Donut Man".

One of the Blue's clues episodes is about animals, and Steve pretends to be a chicken for the "Mail Time" song. For some reason Tyler thinks this is hilarious, and does his own little "act" for it, starting with a funny dance, and then dramatically falling to the ground.

Try and turn up the sound, and watch Tyler's mouth after he falls down...he is mouthing "ooh-ooh, aah-aah" like mailbox!!

Pregnant Belly!

Here is Me! At 24 weeks pregnant with Micah, I am feeling VERY large already, and often get out of breath at the most trivial activities. Hopefully this isn't a sign of things to come with this little one! Loss of energy isn't something to look forward to when you are gonna have 3 little boys to take care of!

Snow and Tyler

Salad!?

Jason is an odd child. For some reason, lately he has decided that he adores salad! I don't know how he started it, but for some reason, he asked Jonathan for some of my salad the other day, and Jonathan humoured him by giving him a little bowl of it with italian dressing. He ate the whole bowl, go figure! Since then, he constantly is asking for salad.

We went out to eat with some of our friends, Alex and Allyson, and Ally got a side of salad, but couldn't finish it. She asked if any of us wanted the rest of it while we waited for our food, and before anyone could say something, Jason piped up saying, "I want it!". He ate half her salad, I kid you not :)

Today, I just couldn't help taking some pictures of this odd behavior....

Our first BIG snow!!

Tyler fell down in the snow, and was very obsessed with his snow-coated gloves.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Jason stood pining away at our dead tree that had fallen over because of the storm. Everything was coated in a layer of ice and snow, and that made too much weight on some of the dead trees and branches. Quite a few of ours broke off, and this poor big tree just couldn't take it anymore. Jonathan is quite upset about it still :(


Here is our House! It looks so beautiful in the snow, doesn't it?

These are so cute! Both the boys were looking at Jonathan when I took the picture, but by the time the digital camera took it, the boys both turned away, and looked at each other! It turned out so perfect. The next one, Jonathan took of me and the boys...you can kinda see my tummy peeking out among my layers. Tyler wasn't too happy, and we were on our way inside because he was so wet and cold.