Grayson joins in.

I now have three superheroes in training. THREE! I'm creeping up on Professor Xavier's school.

And with that, I'm going to leave you with the awesome cuteness that is Grayson in karate class.

Too much joy...

for a camera to capture in a still image.



TRAINS!!!

My night out with just my boys was too much fun.



Even the fabric store, where Gray insisted on carrying every bolt to the cutting table and both my bags out the door, thereby charming every woman within 'awwww'-ing distance.

Grayson, P.I.

Grayson found the binoculars and has become a private investigator.

Zander is not getting a moment of peace.

Grayson loves helping in the kitchen.

And he has so much fun doing it.



That is all.

Paper bag building blocks.

I've been decluttering like mad lately and decided I needed to do something with the huge stack of paper bags and newspaper I had. I could have just recycled them, I suppose. But looking at the two stacks sitting beside each other, I came up with a brilliant plan - at least from Gray's point of view.

Building blocks.

He helped me wad up newspaper sheets and stuff them in the bags. I taped the tops shut and then he had cheap, fast building blocks.

Fun to build with, fun to knock over, fun to jump on.

And fun to build with again and again.

Three years goes by so fast.

He never really was this small, was he?

Couldn't have been.

But he was. And he was loved from the first moment we saw him.

All of us.

I hardly recognize him in some of these old pictures.

In others, not so hard at all.

Quiet and playful.

Giggly and loves horse rides.

Misses his Daddy when he's at work. (He spent 5 minutes dusting Daddy's picture on the family tree.)

Lets his sisters dress him up.

I can't do anything in the kitchen without him right there wanting to help.

There was never any question of his tractor going into the garage with the bikes at the end of fall.

He is so very loved.

Happy Birthday my quiet little guy.

I can't imagine our family without you in it.

The More It Snows

by A. A. Milne

The more it snows - tiddely - pom,

The more it goes - tiddely - pom

The more it goes - tiddely - pom

On snowing.

And nobody knows - tiddely - pom,

How cold my toes - tiddely - pom

How cold my toes - tiddely - pom

Are growing.

This post brought to you courtesy of Grayson's current favorite poem.

Also, if you're following along on my fabric stash busting, I've got a new post up - Library bags and Library card wallets.

Life is dangerous.

It is therefore only prudent when you protect yourself.

From flying game pieces.

Or unruly peas.

Or snow. Dangerous stuff, that.

Or little brothers.

He looks dangerous doesn't he?

Clay can be dangerous too.

And playing with matches.

Alright, she's got me there.

She's even gotten her brother in on it.

Though for him it may be more of a fashion statement.

A new puppy and Grayson being goofy.

It's a cuteness overload post.

I finally got a border collie puppy. Oh, she's sweet. Come over to my other blog and help me name her. Pretty please?

And then there's Gray. He found his sleeping bag the other day, hauled it up the stairs, and spent the next few hours rolling around in it.

Every time I turned around, there he was, giggling hysterically because he'd been able to bump into my legs.

It kept him busy for a very long time.

Especially when he got stuck under the craft table for ten minutes.

Just look at that smile.

A regular rainy day activity.

We don't get a lot of rainy days around here, but when we do, these yoga dvds are *always* pulled out.

The girls are really into it. Gray is kind of into it - especially the 'shaking your joints out' part.

But see here, how he's starting to look down, noticing something on the ground?

Yeah, we lost him.

Downward tractor.
Still not paying attention.

But we had him for all of two minutes. That's a record.