The baby....

Every morning at 6am, he is up.

And ready to go.

and, quite frankly, a little angry because no one wants to play.

So, while I make lunches, and breakfast, Daddy takes him to the bathroom and sets

him on the counter while he shaves, etc.

He generally combs his hair.

and Ty is so proud of the "new look."

So, this morning, he came down and:

It's Alfalfa!  

Can you see the little hairs that stick up?

And now, Alfalfa and his puppy are gonna eat.

And smile.

Cause someone finally played with him this morning.

Funny Words from Iz.... (No, he isn't my favorite, he just does EVERYTHING....)

While driving down the HIGHWAY today:

Isaac ~ Mom, can you stratch (scratch) my back?

Mom ~ Isaac, Mommy is driving, I can't reach your back.

Dirty look from little boy...

Mom ~ Isaac, I am sorry.

Dirty look from little boy...

Mom ~ Isaac, Mommy is sorry and I will scratch your back when we get home.

Isaac ~ Otay Mom, I forgive you.

While playing make believe last night with the family:

Isaac ~ "Ok, Ty, you be a pig.

Chloe, you be a cow...

Mom, you be a dog...

and Daddy, you be Jesus."

Hahahaha!  How did Daddy make it all the way to Jesus and I get to be a stinkin' dog?

I gave birth to this kid with no meds.  

OY.

                              

We got to have a lil' fun on Friday night playing in the snow. 

I think this was the first time that Titus really got to get out there and play

He had such a great time!

Ben, who is becoming too much like his father, had just hit me with a snowball and couldn't control his laughter.  He also likes to hide around corners and jump out.  Jerk.  HA!

We covered Izzy's leg up with a bag and sock so he could get out there and go snowing! 

He had such a good time.

I was so worried that his toes would get cold.

But so glad he got to enjoy the outside world for a while.

This kid was having the time of his life...

The result of the playing in the snow.

A girl snowman.  Poor Chloe.  She needed someone.  Since I, apparently, can't produce a sister for her.  

Sorry about that Chloe.

Seriously, I am the luckiest woman alive.

I love shicken!

My lil' Isaac again.

He loves shicken (chicken.)

At every meal while we are eating he tells us over and over and over....

" I love shicken.  Do you love shicken Mamma, Daddy?  Benny do you love shicken?"

It's all we hear about these days.

This morning he asked if he could write on my grocery list. 

I showed him the spot of the folded copy paper that he could use.  

And I wrote his name on it just in case he wanted to copy.

Here's what we got:

And you'll never believe what this is a picture of....

A boy....

A girl....

And after a few minutes of serious thinking....

A SHICKEN!