Bella, Gabe and Josiah

Poor Josy had a rough night. There’s a lot of transition in his little life and I’m guessing that’s what it was, but still. He was struggling. But the conversations we’re had were really entertaining… These were all things I texted to Pat today: Josy is upset because I won’t let him drink water out of a shot glass and he must drink water out of a little tiny cup with a handle!!! Now he’s upset because “remember the too small jacket that keeps rain off of you and has sharks in it? I want it back!” J: I don’t want to go in the woods anymore. M: Why is that? J: I’m afraid a monster will get me. M: Oh. Okay. G: If you see a monster, just smack it in the nose. J: But then it’ll eat my hand! G: Then make friends with the monster. J: But then it’ll eat me when I snuggle with it!! And then Josy bursts into tears. Then he and I dropped Gabe off and he wanted to beat Daddy home. He spent the entire drive telling me to drive faster. But when we got home, Daddy was already there. He was so upset t

This is going to just be a random collection of pictures, but I’m not sure how else to catch up… Josy had a rough day at school. He got hit in the head by a soft banana and obviously needed a band aid. He’s been wearing the band aid for most of a week and refuses to take it off. The boys love it when we make ice cream… Trying to figure out how much snow there is outside. Snuggles with Daddy I finished the quilt wall hanging that I’ve been working on for a year and a half. Usually I take morning snuggle pictures. This one was bedtime snuggles. He insisted on helping me scrape off the car. I moved offices and the boys helped me move my stuff. And my helped, I mean that they found curtain rods to play with. They wanted to bring them home and I shut that down real quick. We painted the boy’s bedroom. Josy still had paint in his hair two weeks later… Gabe loves turned the knex into all sorts of creative things. He never laid on the back of the couch until we rearranged the living room… One

I’m really behind on posting, so I’ll try and catch up.  We had so much snow this January. We set a record for the most snow in January and the second most in any month ever and it all happened in the last two weeks, mostly in two snowstorms. It was crazy. I’ve never seen that many snow days at school before. It was so much snow that it was hard to play in. I finally got Gabe out playing one day and he came in, barefoot, announcing that he’d gotten stuck in the snow and lost his boots. I literally had to dig them out with a snow shovel…  

We went to a wedding reception tonight and the boys were definitely the classiest boys there. I asked Josy if he wanted to sit with me or with Gabe (Pat’s out of town…). He told me he wanted to sit with Aunt Jan. Speaking of classy, at school the other day the teacher told the kids to “not tilt at windmills.” The other kids looked at him confused. Gabe looked at him and said “You mean like Don Quijote.” And that’s why you travel.

This, in a nutshell, is the difference in personalities between my two boys. I sent the boys out to play in the snow. I went out to check on them and saw this: M: I don’t think I want you doing that. J: He’s going to do a dangerous thing that I can’t do. G: What? I’ve done it before.

The other day, after I put the boys to bed, I overheard some fun conversations… G: We’re all boxes. As in, we’re all a doterra box. We’re all boxes with possessions in them. And when we die, all the possessions are taken out. We’re just an empty box. — G: You’re not a body. Your body is you. J: Oh, I’m not a body. — G: Did you know when a chickens head comes off, it goes  crazy for awhile. Like runs around  crazy. That’s not us. Once our heads are chopped off, we’re dead. We’re bye bye. — J: If someone shoots us or dynamites us out… — G: Josy, as soon as you die, as soon as up heart stops beating or your brain stops working, you just fall over. And then you go to heaven or hell. Earth is just like a job. Our home is heaven. Satan’s home is hell.