The Antics of Nicholas

Nicholas is a very, VERY daring kid. He wants to climb and climb and climb. We have to put our dining chairs up on the table every morning because he uses those to get up on the table and jump around. We have to keep the boys' room door shut because he can climb to the top bunk bed. We have to keep the office door closed because he can climb up on the desk and cause all kinds of chaos. We have to keep the bathroom doors closed because he can climb up the drawers to the counter. We have to put the boys' bikes up on the trash can out back because Nicholas can climb on them.



This morning, someone forgot to close the bedroom door. Nicholas didn't run to the bunk beds like he usually does. Instead, he tried something new. He climbed up on the boys' dresser. Of course, when he realized he couldn't get down, he got nervous and called for help. I am surprised that Benjamin is the one with the broken arm!



When our safety precautions are done right and all the door are properly closed, Nicholas finds other ways to occupy his time. Instead of climbing up, he climbs in.



I can honestly say there is NEVER a dull moment with Nicholas around!

Not Again . . .

When Benjamin was 2, he broke his arm -- not a big break, just a small fracture. He was running in the hall, tripped and landed wrong. So he had to be in a splint for 8 weeks.


On Friday, he fractured the same arm again. The boys were playing in their room . . . Benjamin got "pushed" off the bunk bed ladder . . . He says Sam did it on purpose, Sam says it was an accident . . . 2 hours later, he's home with another splint on his arm.



He's being a pretty good sport about it though. He gets to sit on the couch and watch TV so his arm can be propped up to reduce swelling. And he doesn't have to clean his room -- too hard to do with one arm. And he doesn't get in trouble for saying things like "We need to break Sam's arm so he knows how it feels!!" I guess when you have 3 small boys in the house, something like this is bound to happen.

Poor Benjamin!!

Texas Traditions

Every year I want to take pictures in the bluebonnets. But every year I ask myself, why do I want to take pictures of three boys in a field of flowers? Will they have bad memories -- "Remember when mom made us take girly pictures in the flowers?" Am I going to permanently scar them for life? So I don't do it. But this year there is a field right around the corner from our house . . . so convenient, so simple. So, last night I made the boys get dressed up and trudge through a field of flowers. I don't know what I was expecting. Honestly, How excited and cooperative can three young boys be standing in a field of fragrant blue and purple flowers? Even the promise of cake at home was not enough to elicit total cooperation. The only thing I can say about the pictures is that they sure showcase each boy's individual personality!