So I have epically (totally made up that word) failed on posting every Monday. That was my new goal after getting my blog back from the hackers and have neglected it the past couple of weeks. I know, this is a running broken record on my blog, right?? One can change… I think. 😉
Anyways, I wanted to do a family update since it’s been a few months. The boys grow so quickly and move to each stage so soon it’s hard to keep the documentation up to date but I’ll try to fit everything in today.
Spring has been great so far. The rain has been plentiful but after another mild winter we haven’t minded the precipitation a bit. In fact, we’ve had quite a few days where the kids have been able to run around in the rain. Don’t you worry, I checked for lightning bolts first. The storms have been intense and we have had to herd the older children downstairs with their shaky little knees and frightened eyes. Who said boys weren’t dramatic?? I promise we aren’t torturing them but it is the cutest thing when they ask the other to “hold my hand so we don’t get sucked up by a tornado” as if they’re brotherly love and strength will keep their precious feet planted on the ground against 100 mph winds. It really is the cutest.
Logan and Mason will be completing school in 4 weeks. This year is a little bittersweet because not only will Logan be graduating from the elementary school, this will mark the final year him and Mason attend the same school until Logan is 17. The thought of that is enough to crush my soul. Logan has really entered into that pre-teen/tween/pre-tween stage the past couple of months. I don’t even know what you call it these days. It’s come with some new found maturity but also a lot of emotions, mood swings, and confusion.
I think parenting is always hardest with the oldest because they are almost your “experiment” child. He has been so patient with us as parents but has also given us a severe run for our money…and he would admit that. His fierce independence and smarts sets up for some major battle of wills, tears, yells of frustration, and emotional upheaval. However, it has also brought so many moments of absolute pride, joy and happiness. Logan is the spitting image of his dad but definitely has my trait of needing to be independent in all things. I never have to worry about him getting up on time or getting on the bus. I know he will make him and Mason’s own lunch if he sees I’m busy in the morning. I know he will make breakfast if I’ve been up all night with the baby. I know he will wake Mason up if he is being lazy and not arising from his slumber. These little things make me so proud of him, and it fills my heart with pride to know that I never have to worry about him when it comes to being able to take care of himself.
Muddling through these new mood swings and hormones is sure to be a confusing time in life but I hope that we will all give ourselves grace and just do the best that we can. We’ve survived the last 10.5 years so I know we can survive the next…with perhaps just a few more scratches.
Mason is still our lady killer and social butterfly. We have had some struggles with him the past few months as well but I think we have narrowed it down to some nutritional deficits. Poor kid just can’t keep weight on him (thanks, genetics) and he eats A TON. He has been having a lot of difficulties concentrating, staying alert and just often is off in la la land. This started to affect school back in January but with some tweaks in diet, I think I have figured out the source and what we need to do. So I’ll be continuing monitoring his food all through summer and hoping he will be bulked up and feeling better by August. He continues to be the most popular kid in class and my phone is always ringing off the hook with play date invites and various other things. He can’t seem to understand why play dates are not acceptable every single school night. I mean hello 8 going on 16…don’t want to be around family do we? haha. His favorite little buddy continues to be Gavin and every day Mason walks in the door to “Mason, Mason, you here to pay with me?! You come school?” He really is the best big brother.
Both boys will be playing baseball this spring and games will start in a couple of weeks. They are so excited and have been practicing in the backyard every single night for the past month. By practicing I mean fighting, bickering and threatening to pummel the other with the baseball bat. #lifewithboys #theyloveeachother #mostly
Gavin will be 3 next month and my heart hurts a little typing that out. Time is flying in warp speed these days. He too has been developing some threenager type attitude and I’m not a fan. Threes have always been the worst age for us (as far as behavior goes) but I’m hoping with a little more experience it won’t be so bad this time around. hahahah I know, wishful thinking. He is still as big as a giant and moonlights as a sumo wrestler in his free time. 😉 Currently he is obsessed with Spongebob and knows every single character, house, song, voice and everything else associated with that show. He talks to me about it all day long and I best know what he is saying otherwise there will be consequences. He will be having a spongebob party for his birthday so I’m hoping he is still equally obsessed in one month. Knowing my luck he will be on to “Days of Our Lives” and then where would we be.
I’ll save the other details for his 3 year update so you’ll just have to wait in anticipation until then. 😉
Boden is still my favorite, naturally. bahaha I kid. But he is still my widdle baby cause I refuse to acknowledge he is 1 now. Yes, I did say widdle because that’s how you speak to babies. Because I’m in denial I will probably still call him widdle when he is in high school and he will die of embarrassment or admit me into a mental hospital. Either way is fine with me. Having raised 4 teenage boys will probably get me a free ticket to the mental ward without passing GO. All joking aside, he is growing so quickly. He hit a growth spurt the past 2 weeks and has gotten even taller. I’m pretty sure he could have rivaled April the giraffes new baby’s height. He isn’t walking yet but stands on his own and walks holding onto things. He could walk but thinks its much more fun to stand and then fall down dramatically because it evokes laughs, cheers and attention. I mean clearly he has found the ticket to all things cute. I’ve debated trying that next time I’m feeling down. Go to the nearest store….stand and then dramatically fall with a big ole smile. Do you think anyone would notice or come cheer? Yea, probably not.
He eats just as much as his brothers and I’m considering selling my soul for food. I should probably just give them each a jar of peanut butter and a spoon and just let them go at it every single day. Probably less hassle for me. His favorite thing is ravioli. He just plops those up, stuffs them in his mouth and basically thinks he has been to heaven and back. Don’t come between that boy and his ravioli.
As for me and Jared…well we are still breathing…which is a huge accomplishment considering we share space with 4 testosterone ridden mountain lions. Cute on the outside but don’t get too close. 😉 No we are really good. Work is busy but we are finding more balance with things this year which has helped a lot. We were able to get away for our Anniversary a couple of weeks ago and it was absolutely heavenly. We will definitely be planning more little getaways soon. Good for a parent’s soul for sure.
We have some big house projects we will be working on in the coming months, lots of future planning and just the usual surviving.
Hope you all are doing fabulous and having great Mondays!