Yes, we live in Idaho. Yes, we love it. And for several years we did live next to a potato field. We've come to believe that Idaho might be one of the best kept secrets on the planet--partly because nobody knows where it is or even that it exists. No, we never dreamed of living here, but we also never thought we'd have so many girls in our family.

Here are some of our family adventures and other stuff that just needs to get out of mama's head and into type because sometimes she feels pretty profound. Yes, I have opinions. Sometimes those opinions are strong opinions. But I try to be as nice as possible when expressing them and mean no offense. So just chill and hear me out.

Have a great day!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Birthday boy!


The boy. 

He's three. 

He's crazy. He's fun.  He's funny.  He's smart.  He's definitely a boy. 

He just told his dad that "I love you just as much as you love me!" 


He won't tolerate a pair of jeans, or shorts for that matter, that doesn't have belt loops.  He's on his third cowboy hat.  He totally wore out the boots he got for his birthday last year. 

He changes his shirt four times or more a day.  Or he doesn't wear a shirt at all because it's summer and he gets hot. 

He has no trouble keeping up with his sisters and antagonizing them to tears.  But to his credit, they let him. 

He is still totally powerless against the power of babywearing. 

He struts.  He tells his mom and dad not to fight.  He loves his grandparents.  His best friend is the neighbor boy.

He uses words like gigantic, delicious, incredible, and humongous. 

The nursery is still evil.  And he has no desire to go to preschool. 

He loves blue and "lellow."

He is excited to go to the radio this weekend, but really it's the rodeo.  And when daddy is working to get him to sleep at night, he wants the rodeo on.  Except that's really the radio. 

He constantly rides the arms of the living room furniture.  And constantly gets bucked off.  But he gets back on, which is good.

He introduces himself to cute little pig-tailed girls with an enthusiastic, "I'm Carsten the Cowboy!"

He's my boy. 

He's my cowboy. 

He's three.

He's awesome.

I hope we survive it.  

1 comment:

Dawn said...

Happy birthday!!!