Picture Update

Since it's getting so close to the eagerly anticipated SUMMERTIME, I have not been blogging as much. But here are a few things we've been up to lately.

Riding our scooters. These were the best investment ever, since both boys can ride them (by themselves) without any frustration!

Flying kites at Grandpa Mike and Grandma Jenean's. Bodey didn't really love it too much, but Booker would have held that thing for hours if we would have let him. Sorry, the picture of Booker is 1st in line on the blog since for some reason I can't put my pictures where I want them tonight.

Easter. Better late than never.

Neighborhood fun. This night was quite entertaining. 6 kids, all 4 and under, driving battery-powered vehicles that actually go pretty fast. There was only one minor accident, that involved Booker running over a little girl on a bike and tipping the jeep upside down. Thank goodness for seatbelts and a roll cage!

Swimming lessons. This has proven to be a little stressful at times. Booker is "the kid" you don't want in your class. He thinks he can swim and he doesn't listen. Uggg... I'm running out of bribes to make him behave.

Booker's art. The first one, from left to right, is Dusty, Harley, Booker, Avery, Mommy and Bodey.

I found this on the floor one night... melted my heart!

Visit from friends. Peyton, Bodey, Thomas and Booker all got to hang out while the mommies caught up!

Precious Thoughts

Booker and Bodey have been saying things lately that I need to write down before I forget - just because I think they are cute!

Booker (when I was waking him up for school) - "Mommy, I still tired. Go get Bodey."

Booker (when I tried a shirt on him that was too big) - "Mommy, it's way too big. It goes past my weiner."

Bodey (when he asked for fruit snacks after he had an ice cream sandwich for dessert) - "Well, I'll just take the ice cream sandwich out of my stomach and have fruit snacks then."

Booker (when we went flower shopping for his school teachers) - "Mom, I'm making you a flower pot too." Wonder what I'm getting for Mother's Day. :)

Booker (following Dusty saying April showers bring May...) - "Flowers. I'm not supposed to tell what I'm getting mommy for Mother's Day." Once again, wonder what it could be!

Bodey (at 3am he pranced into the hallway smiling) - "I tough." And right back to bed he went! Why we were up at 3am and in the hallway is another story.

I know there are so many more things that have made me crack up lately, but I just can't think of them. I need to get better about writing them down immediately.

Notes From Dr. Yu

Here are Booker's 4-year Stats:

Weight ~ 34 pounds, 50th percentile
Height ~ 40.5 inches, 60th percentile

What does that mean? Booker is still a beanpole... tallish and skinny!

Spring 2010 Pictures

Isn't That Like 26 Miles?

Don't forget the point two. I don't really know what got into me, but I kind of made a super fast decision to run the Chicago Marathon. This year. Part of it was stupidity, part of it was pure pressure, and a lot of it was striving towards a HUGE goal that will feel GREAT to accomplish. My official training doesn't start until June. What is official training? Well, running 3 days a week with one day a week being our "long" run. That long runs quickly turns itself into 20 miles. We are literally going to run from Shawnee to Olathe. It sounds so far-fetched to me right now, but I know that once I get into the groove some crazy piece of my body will be excited to do that. I think they call it the "runners bug." :) Anyways, back to training. 3 days a week I will run, 2 days a week I will cross train (which is anything BUT running), and I will have 2 days a week of rest. For 16 weeks straight. Like I said, I don't really know what go into me.

However, that leads me to another goal. I want my boys to run with me. Not now, but maybe when they are 8 or so. Booker really admires that I run. He always wants to make sure I win... and then I explain to him that everyone that gets out there and tries, wins. But how cool would it be to cross a finish line of a 5K with one of my boys on each side of me?

Happy 4th Birthday Booker!

Booker, I have to start off by telling you thank you. Thank you for being you. I love that you are so independent, I love your crazy personality, I love how caring and loving you are, I love that you are such a great big brother, and I love that I get to call you my son... FOREVER.

Here is a picture of you when we first brought you home from the hospital. You were a dream come true. And, you were such a perfect, happy baby. My heart just melts when I look back at pictures of you when you were this little, because sadly, I don't really remember them.

Here is a picture of you at 1 year. Don't you just want to squeeze you? So loveable.

Here you are at 2 years old. This is when your personality started kicking in a little more. Two was the year of Booker being independent. And when I say that, I mean stubborn. :) But, nothing your mommy couldn't handle.

On to 3 years old. I think your fun-loving, happy-go-lucky personality shines in this picture. What a ham!

And now 4? Can you even believe it? I can't, because I'm not old enough to have a 4-year old. You have definitely changed. You are no longer a baby, no longer a toddler, but a handsome little boy. It's really showing how much you've grown, not only physically, but emotionally and academically. Every day you make me smile. Happy birthday, buddy. We love you so much!

Oh The Things 3-year Olds Say

And I can say that because he is still 3 for 19 more days. :)

1) This morning on our drive to school, Booker had these two little dinosaur rings from the top of a cupcake. Bodey had one in the car yesterday and asked me where his dinosaur ring was. I told him that I don't know, and I can't look for it because I'm driving.

Booker - "Bode, toys don't just get up and walk away."

So there.


2) A little while ago I noticed that Booker's fingernails never needed trimmed anymore and it finally donned (sp?) on me that he had been biting his nails. I asked him to try not to do that anymore, that when they got long I would trim them. Nothing much, just a little lesson. Fastforward two weeks. We were in the car on our ride home from school (I guess that's where all the fun conversations occur) when the following conversation started out of the blue:

Booker - "Mommy, I'm really sorry I bite my fingernails."
Me - "Honey, that's really ok. Just try to work on it and not do it so much."
Booker - "Wewelll... sometimes, at school, I get fwrusterated with the gurwls, and I bite my fingernails. But - that's ok, I can handle them. I can handle the gurwls."

Okie dokie.