What? What? What? What? What? What?

What? What? What are the boys up to?  

Conversations with Samuel...

Samuel: What? What? What? What? What? What?
Mom/Dad: Only ask 1 time.
Samuel: One time.
* This conversation ensues daily.

Hearing a loud car pass by...
Samuel: Dat?
Mommy: It was a loud car.
Samuel: No, motorcycle.
Mommy: No, it was a just a loud car.
Samuel: No, motorcyle!

As he walked past the room I was in, he hit his head on the wall (somehow)...
Mommy: Did you hurt your head?
Samuel: All fault.
Mommy: Whose fault?
Samuel: Mommy (pointing at Mommy)
Mommy: I didn't do it. It's not my fault.
Samuel: Yes, is.

Samuel is a healthy, happy, super hero crazed little boy.  He's talking all the time.  He wants to be included in any and every conversation   Consider yourself warned.  If he doesn't quite hear every single thing you say, he will not hesitate to ask "what you say".  He washes his hands with the precision of a world acclaimed cardiac surgeon.  Wearing a super hero shirt daily is a must...a must (trust me).  He continues to perfect his stall tactics attempting to start a conversation as he's being rocked at bedtime.  Much like the past months, Star Wars is always a safe go-to when there's a lull.  

The Big Brother is up to big things

He's reading.  He's writing.  He's keeping us in tears...laughing so hard.  If there's any question about how Joey's feeling, just look around.  There will be a sign that will apprise you of just that.  When your day is overwhelming and you question your productivity, just look around.  There will be a card from your Seacrit Amyer encouraging your day.  

The mystery perseveres (duh, duh, duh). Who could the seacrit amyer be?

Spring Break

A few memories from our Spring Break week: 
We visited some wonderful friends at a little bed and breakfast in Ennis.

Feeding apples to the miniture horses and donkeys

(and then the little boys were quickly munching the apples too).

Plenty of rain prompted a dance of splishing and splashing

The donkeys were so gentle and sweet.  I want one!

Dinosaur World and Dinosaur Valley State Park

Molly's responsibility was to guard our shoes and back 

pack while the boys splashed through the creek.  

Gracie's responsibilities?  You're lookin' at it.  

She swam and then rolled in the gravel.  Mission Accomplished!

The 2 master campers were sad to leave the camp grounds.

Even though we stuck close to home, we enjoyed the simple pleasures of God's nature.  The boys were eager to explore, wiped out from tromping, and passionate about sharing their adventure stories with friends.