Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Hunter's Birthday

Hunter turned 7 on Sunday!  Holy cow, I can't believe it.  Such a big kid, in first grade, so responsible now... (I'm about to cry.)

Anyway, on Friday Jason met him at school to have lunch with him and took some brownies I had made for his class. 

Saturday we had the party.  We weren't GOING to have a party this year since we had the big bash last year, but I'm kind of ridiculous when it comes to birthdays.  (Plus, next year he'll be getting baptized and I want it to be a special family only thing.) 
This is how it went down.  We were at Costco and Hunter announced that he wanted the basketball decorated cake for his birthday this year.  I said, "Umm...honey, I was going to make your cake this year." 
He got a sad look on his face and said, "But I really wanted the basketball cake."  (See, if he had whined or screamed it would have been easy to say no.  But he's such a sweet kid....)
So I said, "Ok, we can get a Costco cake, and I guess we could invite a few friends over to help us eat it......" 

And so, the basketball party was born.  I'm pretty proud of myself since I spent almost no money on it and it was great fun anyway.  We invited 5 boys over and I brilliantly handed them over to Jason for some basketball games.  Our awesome neighbors let us use their driveway and basketball hoop.

It turned out to be a VERY hot day, so we gave the boys their basketball shaped sports drinks early so they could stay hydrated. 

Jason taught the boys some fun games and gave them a few tips on how to shoot the ball.  His best friend Bart was in town so he helped out.

Jason wasn't able to get the basketball hoop as low as I wanted, but the boys did great anyway.  I was quite impressed that 7 and 8 year olds could shoot so well.

When they were done they each got a 1st place ribbon and posed for a group shot.  (McKay was having a hard time.  I guess it's tough when you're 4 and it's not YOUR birthday.)

Then we went inside for some cake and ice cream. 

 The cake that started it all....

Bart and Jarrett gave Hunter a Michigan football figurine......but we all know who's REALLY going to be playing with it.

Hunter got the cake he wanted, a party he loved, and some great presents.  It was really fun and easy for me, and McKay got over his jealousy because Hunter let him play with all his presents first.  And Ash just had a ball playing with the balloons and wrapping paper.  (And trying to eat them too.) 

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Things that make you go ewwww

You know how everyone has that one thing they're irrationally afraid of?  Well, mine has always been spiders.  My Dad got worn out running to my bedroom when I was growing up because I was always yelling for him to come kill some spider.  I'd always swear it was HUGE, and then he'd roll his eyes and tell me it was tiny.  Now Jason is my spider killer, and treats me pretty much the same way.

Well, I'm TRYING to be a big girl now.  With Jason's long work hours I've had to just suck up some of my fears and irritations and get things done on my own.  I've learned to move heavy stuff, take out the garbage, mow the lawn, kill bugs, deal with mice, etc etc, and I KNOW that moving onto our acreage out here will be even more trying on me.  I'm ok with that.  

What I'm NOT ok with, however, is THIS:

And it's living inside my window-- the one right next to our bed on the side that I sleep on.   

I tried to be cool.  I decided to name him Herman, (thinking that would make him endearing) and tried to appreciate that he was catching bugs for us.  But he's just THERE, being creepy, every day.  I told Jason he needs to kill him, but we're trying to figure out how to get to him on the outside of a second story window without letting him inside and making a mess.  (I picture squishing a spider this size and it makes me cringe.) 

I switched Jason sides of the bed because I can't handle it anymore.  Also, it seems to be growing and I'm afraid it's a SHE who might lay eggs and breed more creepy little Hermans.  So I think tomorrow Herman is going to die.  But I'm going to revert back to my wimpish ways and make my husband do it. 

I'm tough, but not THAT tough.

(At least YET.)

Thursday, September 22, 2011


This is sort of a catchup post.  I can't believe I missed posting about McKay's first day back at Gateway.  Ooops.    He loves being back and seeing his friends and we're all very happy that he gets to go 4 days a week. 

Apple picking!  It's that time of year again. 

We love having lots of apples.  What to do with them....... hmmm.....

And finally.....  Baby's got skills!

And he's off.  Later 'gator.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Jason's Birthday

Jason was forced to celebrate his birthday this year, however brief it was.  You gotta do it, for the kids ya know.  Didn't matter that he slept all day and only had an hour to eat and get ready for work.  I made him sit.  I made him eat cake and blow out candles.  I made him open his present.  I made him like it.

He was still a bit sleepy and camera shy, but I was able to get some shots.  Gotta document!

Now he's 32.  I remember his first birthday when we were dating when he turned 22.   Weird. 

Weird how much I still love this guy.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Things have finally calmed down-- and I mean FINALLY.  This is the first time since before I got pregnant with Ash that I feel like our family is back to normal.  And I've never seen all my boys so happy.  First of all, school has started and they LOVE school.  And we have more structure, and they LOVE structure. 
Secondly, it still feels like summer and they can enjoy being outside.  I mean, this is why we moved out here!

So, I told them they could dig holes in the dirt (we hadn't planted the grass just yet), but that they had to fill the holes back up before they came in the house.  Then I left them to their own devices and went inside to tend the baby.  About 15 minutes later I heard them open the garage door and yell:  "Mom, we're muddy!"  And I found these little urchins in the garage!

I am so happy to have a mud room now, but I have to say it is a MUD room!  As in, it's constantly filled with mud!

More happiness:  Jason on a tractor with his sons.

And Ash is just happy, because well, he's adored by EVERYONE, and life is pretty good when you're a baby around here.

 I mean, REALLY.

 The "college football is on TV" position:

And I'm happy because our irrigation is done, our grass has been planted, and this means less MUD in my future.  Send us happy thoughts so our grass and pasture will grow fast!

On a different note- I'm also happy because I finally discovered Pinterest.  From what I've figured out I love it, but I still don't really know what I'm doing.  I don't know how to find people, so if you're on it, find me!   I'm signed up under Jason's facebook account since I don't have one, so it actually looks like Jason is the one pinning craft ideas.  (Don't tell him though, or he'll have a fit!) 

Friday, September 2, 2011

Baby's First Summer

Summer is over and it makes me think of how much Ash has grown over the last few months.  He tries to keep up with his big brothers and wants to be a big kid.  This summer he went from rolling to scooting to army crawling to crawling to sitting up. 

  He insisted on joining us every time we sat down for a meal, so I was relieved when he could finally start eating the solids.  This kid eats.  And eats.  And eats.

 He rolled himself into all sorts of places and situations.
 Hung out with me in the shade while we watched the boys playing in the water at the park.
 First trip to the beach.

 First snooze on the beach.
 First trip to the aquarium.  (Sorry about the fuzzy phone pictures in the dark.)

 First ride on the airplane.

 First swim in the pool.

 And just hanging out with the lazies.
 He'll be 8 months old on Sunday. 
I'll have to get some pictures of his new tricks: Crawling on his hands and FEET, and pulling up on anything he can.  He can also take a few steps to the side once he's on his feet.   (Oh boy.  Slow down kid!)   He's also babbling da da da  (Jason thinks he's saying daddy) and says hi after I say it.   He also loves to give us wet, open mouth kisses.  It's totally gross but I love it.
 He's been my biggest baby, my wiggliest and most active baby,  and biggest eater.  He tries to wrestle with his brothers and "growls" at them to get them to play with him.  (This makes me nervous for the future.) 

Can't wait for this holiday season and more firsts for Ashy Mashy!  (Don't ask where this nickname came from. I don't know but we call him that constantly.)