My 5 year old man

So Gus turned 5 back in February, and I always thought moms with 5 year olds were old. What the heck? I'm not old, but I do have a five year old son. I just keep thinking. I am already 1/4 of the way done with the time I have to be responsible for him. Anyway, we had a kickin party, complete with pulling off my couch cushions and jumping on them. I really didn't plan much, so the kids made their own fun.


Here is Gus eating breakfast in bed. Him and his dad ate in bed together because they share a birthday. Isn't that cool that our oldest son was born on Paul's birthday, and he is named after him (Gus's full name is Paul Augustus Fox)
Here are some of the super fun kids at the party. I love all these kids. What a great day!

Dead Wrong

Okay, so I said Gus had no natural ability in the area of bike riding, and I think he has officially proved me wrong. All I had to do is let go. I thought that I should hold on to his shirt until I could feel that he had his balance. Apparently, the only way he could learn to balance on his own was to be riding on his own. So all I had to do was give him a big push and let go, and he figured the rest out all by himself. All the frustration of trying to explain things to him was worthless. He just had to do it. Being a mom really rocks my world. It is so amazing to watch these little people grow and learn. I don't even want to think about teaching him how to drive a stick shift. Oh, please Lord, grant me patience! Here is a video of day two without training wheels. Rock on Gus!

Impatience!

I tried to teach Gus how to ride a bike with out training wheels today, and I had to keep fighting the urge not to push his bike over and yell at him. I can't believe how frustrated I was getting with it. He has no natural ability in this area. Give him a hammer and nails or a pen and a paper and he will whip out something amazing, but put him on a bike and he has a very short attention span. Of course, when I am frustrated, it makes him have no fun at all, and then he just gets worse and worse, and then I just get more and more frustrated. I think it is just like a catch 22. Nobody wins! Anyway, I think this is something I may have to delegate to his father. Gosh I hope the neighbors didn't witness my pitiful teaching attempt today!

Max "the crack" turns 3

On Janary 10, Maxer turned 3 . We started off the day with breakfast in bed, followed by church, a little dinner at Aaron and Kellianne's house, of course a pinata, and lastly cake. This kid makes me laugh every day. I threw in this last picture because it demonstrates what a ham he is!

Cash's first hair cut

Here Cash is enjoying his first slice of cake after his hair cut

Here he is washing the hair off

there the hair goes, dropping off onto the floor

This was my baby before he became a little boy!

I always wait one year before I give my baby's hair cuts, and Cash turned a year last month. I am always so excited to give them their first hair cut, but then I am always so sad afterward because they no longer look like babies, but like little boys.

Can't Sleep

Well, we are moving tomorrow, and I just cannot go to sleep. I was sleeping perfectly sound when I had to wake up and feed my baby around 1:00 AM and now I can not go back to sleep. I just keep thinking about all the things I need to do. We are not moving far, actually just down the street. I am so glad that we get to stay in Mountainaire. I love the community out here. I have truly made some great friends. We are really excited to be selling our house. The rental house we are moving into is a cute little 700 Sq foot cabin: 2 beds, one bath, and the washer and dryer are right in the middle of the kitchen. No joke, they actually block access to some of the cabinets, but I am so excited. I love keeping things simple. We have thoroughly de-junked! I can't wait to spend Christmas in our cozy little house together. Also, I am excited not to be home owner for a little while. I could do with out the responsibility right now. It's nice to know that if something breaks, some one else has to fix it instead of me. Anyway, in leau of Thanksgiving I want to say that I am so blessed. When it comes to the things that really matter in life, I couldn't ask for more. I am so grateful to have a wonderful husband who supports me in everything I do, and three strapping young boys who are so healthy and fun. Most of all I am grateful to know that Jesus Christ lives, and that I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father. What more could I ask for?

I'm Popeye the Sailor Man!

Cash was Swea' Pea, the orphan that got dropped on Popeye's porch

Paul was Wimpy, Popeye's best friend (I'll pay you tomorrow for a hamburger today)

Gus was the man himself: Popeye

Max was the villainous Bluto, always trying to get the girl


and here we all are at the trunk or treat. I never got a picture of Olive Oil by herself. It was very nice of her to come along. I must say, she was much more stunning in person.

So here is the end result of our Halloween Costumes for this year. We were the clan from Popeye which worked out great because what other theme costume can you think of with all boys and only one girl (The only other one I could think of was the smurfs...maybe next year). Anyway, we had a tootin good time trunk-or-treating on Friday night, and then trick-or-treating around the neighborhood on Saturday. Halloween is such a fun holiday. What a blast! Now if I could only stop eating the Halloween candy.