Our Three Stooges

I caught them in the act, but they were completely unfazed . . . the littlest one actually thought the whole thing was quite hilarious!

A recent conversation that we’ve had repeatedly has gone like this:

me:  Please do not do that, William and (or?) Hudson!  Okay?  Yes, Ma’am?

them:  No Ma’am!  (in sweet, normal voices, and continuing to do whatever it is that they are not supposed to do)

me:  William/Hudson, I asked you not to do that.  I need you to listen to Mommy.

them:  Me say No Ma’am, Mommy.  Me say No Ma’am!  (as though they are completely confused as to why I am bothered that they have not listened AT ALL!!  Didn’t I hear them tell me No Ma’am??) 

Please excuse the blur . . . these were taken on my phone, and please excuse the lack of posts lately.  I am in recovery from immersing myself back into my real life after several heavenly days at the beach with my sweet college friends, celebrating the glorious year of turning 30 (which, for the record, I am not yet 30) with great food, fantastic drinks, gorgeous views, and wonderful friends—without husbands or children.  Meanwhile, both my parents and Hatch’s parents helped Hatch hold down the fort around here.  I am so thankful for their help—I didn’t realize how much I needed this getaway until I was actually there.  I loved every minute of it!  Our vacation was so relaxing—I’m not sure when I was last that relaxed and rested for so many consecutive days!  It seems that the most interesting thing that happened while I was gone was that Daddy put on an early morning show for Anna as he chased a BAT around our living room (please do not even ask me why there was a bat in my HOME—something about our attic and a window and my suitcase not being there to block the crack under our door—technicalities, if you ask me!) wielding a tupperware bowl and lid and ducking to the ground every few seconds as to not have a physical encounter with the winged rodent—it seems that Little Miss thought this was quite entertaining.  She could not keep herself from belly-laughing at her Daddy’s sweet moves.  I am a tiny bit sad that I missed this myself . . . but, not that sad.  Fortunately for us all, I came home to a bat-free house and three sleeping babies late Sunday  night before my day job began again early Monday morning . . . and, well, here we are on Friday, and I am flat out exhausted.  SO VERY TIRED.  These three are so adorable and so much fun, and they wear me out each and every day!

This week, the boys have been very helpful to me—they love to take care of their sister, and she loves to be cared for by her sweet brothers!

And, we ventured out to Home Depot to get Daddy’s Father’s Day gift.  Because we cannot keep secrets or surprises, we already gave them to him!  As the boys handed Daddy his gifts, they revealed the contents of each one.  ha ha!  It was so funny and so sweet!

And, on that note, I’m off to bed!  Nighty Night!

ps:  my baby will be 8 (EIGHT) months old tomorrow.  What is happening?  How did we get here?  She does things like crane her neck forward in her car seat so she can see out of the window! 

And, she has developed QUITE a flare for the dramatic—I have no idea where she gets that from, but I tell you what:  This little lady is going to give us a RUN for our money in a way that we’ve not seen before.  I have a hunch that she has been sitting around our house for the last eight months taking in every single move that her brothers make.  Good thing she is so cute, because she is a tiny thing and is loud and cranks up the fake cry in a matter of SECONDS.  It is hilarious and shocking to me all at once.  And, she is just so sweet and so beautiful.  Oh, my love!