One of Tate's best friends moved the first week of June. Tate had a dream of Monkey Jo's with him before he left and we made it come true. Tate is a air toy animal. This is definitely his element and if it was a sport, he'd be in heaven. Maybe he will be on Wipe Out someday. With the amount of crashing he survives he may actually be the perfect candidate.
Ian got hungry, grabbed a hunk of bread and a book, and settled down to enjoy. This all happened in the minute it took me to help Tate do something. I couldn't even be angry he had crossed the line in the living room because he looked so sweet.
We had a ward 5k and the highlight for Ian was this dog. He kept getting right up in his face and saying "Hello doggy." I now understand why some people get dogs after seeing the pure ecstasy on my children's faces after two minutes. Tate ran the whole 1 mile by himself at the race too. I was so proud.
Tate will only fall asleep when I rock him. I do it about once every two weeks if we have something in the afternoon or are planning a late evening. After setting him down on the couch and I couldn't believe he stretches from one side to the other.
Ian got his first sucker at a birthday party. He was so in love he didn't even want a doughnut. The cake was a mountain of doughnuts. It was brilliant and I have a feeling we will have a similar cake in our home someday, minus the dinosaur gummies.
The highlight of the party. Water slides are AWESOME!! Even when they are homemade.
So I know this picture is blurry, but Josh was being a snake and slithering with the boys in tow. It was hilarious! Tate has an obsession with snakes. He got a book from the library with a rattlesnake in it and now we reenact rattlesnake encounters. It usually ends up something like this. Boys are crazy, but fun.
Eating blueberries just inside the kitchen. Food seems to taste better right on the edge of the kitchen, the carpet within sneezing distance. I'm beginning to think chairs are overrated and mealtimes would be so much more pleasant if we picnicked permanently. Oh the battles of motherhood.
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