I bet your kids never...

Let's play a fun game called "I bet your kids never..."
Let me go first:

I bet your kids never: run naked through the house. Or, for that matter, through your front yard.

I bet your kids never: poke a fork at your lovingly prepared dinner and dubiously say "Have we ever had this before?"

I bet your kids never: come up to you at 9:00 p.m. on Thursday night and say "Oh, my teacher said we need to bring five of {insert any random object} to school on Friday."

I bet your kids never: put a finger on your lips and say "Don't sing" when you feel moved to join in on your favorite song on the radio.

I bet your kids never: play ninja sword with the toy train tracks. Or random sticks. Or socks.

I bet your kids never: walk across entire rooms without putting a single foot on the floor (ok, I admit it, I did this when I was a kid, too)

I bet your kids never: brake windows by throwing a measuring tape at one, all because they are trying to get their younger brother out of the window well on the other side of the glass (Oh, that might just be my kid. It'a a long story).

And I bet your kids never, ever: go through a whole box of Raisin Bran and eat all the raisins, leaving behind all the bran.

'Cause my kids never do any of these things. Yeah.
Now that I've had my sarcasm fix, I can move on.

And by the way, I love these kids even with their hair-raising or sometimes just eyebrow-raising antics.

He's THREE!!

Our sweet, crazy, tricky, sugar lovin', sometimes mean, but with the best I'm sorry hugs ever, and the longest eyelashes in the world little boy (whew) just turned three!

This year he's grown and changed so much. Some of my favorite things about him are:
--He still likes to stay up later than the other kids but now he tells all kinds of stories to us while he doesn't have any competition. His favorite stories involve spiders, bad guys, cars, and dinosaurs.
--He loves his brothers and sisters and is still a huge snuggler.
--His favorite toys are (surprise) balls, cars (any kind of vehicle, actually, especially tractors) and dinosaurs. And every dinosaur is a T-Rex. Don't argue, he's always right!
--His favorite routine is grabbing me and saying "I've got you!" and then I have to grab him back and say "No, I've got you!" and then we go back and forth for awhile. I know, sugary sweet, but it makes my day.
--When he gives kisses, it's a major thing, he kisses forehead, chin, both cheeks and nose. Then he gives one of his huge grins, what a cutie.
--He can dazzle anyone with that big grin and blinking those long dark eyelashes up and down.
--He says "When I grow up, I want to be like Daddy." I think that's wonderful...but not too soon, ok, little boy? Let me get in a few more kisses and snuggles before you get too big for it.

Here's some pictures from this last year:

Helping Daddy hang our new magnet board.

Seth wasn't too sure about this squiggling little bundle Dad put on his lap. He sure loves his sister now, and is always pouncing on her to say hi. Or goodbye. Or just to yell "baby Abigail!"

Posing in front of the Idaho Falls Temple (for Sam and Kolleen's wedding) in a slightly un-temple like way. I really like this picture though!

His "do not disturb me, I'm reading" look.

Another shot at the I.F. Temple. He rocks the bow tie look.

Building snowmen. We put food coloring in spray bottles and colored the snowmen ( I got the idea from "I am momma, hear me roar") He loves playing outside, rain, shine or snow.

We love our little Seth!

Abigail pictures

Here's some shots from Abigail's photo shoot--so cute! Thanks a ton, Christy!

Seth points to this picture "that's Angel Abigail." Then he points to Abigail sleeping peacefully in my arms, "That's not Angel Abigail." He does truly adore her, I guess the clothes make the man...err..baby...err...angel.

What is cuter than baby toes?

This is her fashionista picture!

Our sweet Abigail.

Love, love, love this black and white, completely adorable.