Touch

Both of our boys have been very touch-oriented since birth. They both desire and give "meaningful touches" regularly. Hugs, kisses, holding hands, etc. They like to sit, stand, climb, and pull on me, too. Wrestling/ganging up on Daddy is a favorite ritual. But, when it comes to sleeping in the same bed with either or both of them, just know that they will likely try (yes, even in their sleep) to keep in constant contact with you, physically. Evan is the most aggressive and, well, I thought this moment captured on camera says all you need to know...

(yes, Evan is sound asleep, and no, his arm wasn't quite out of socket!)

Birthday Boys

Nathan & Evan had a combo-birthday party this year. We split the difference between the two dates and had a big John Deere party for them on the 15th, complete with balloons, hay bales, tractor tires and green and yellow cup-cakes. They played pin the wheel on the tractor, climbed over hay bales, tunneled through a cardboard box maze, and had a blast with their friends from church. Below are some select pics from the day...

Fly Boys

We took Nathan and Evan to the Sertoma Air Show at our local airport this weekend. What a day! They got to climb inside planes and helicopters. They examined wings, engines, and propellers. They watched a jet-truck, trick planes, and the Air Force Thunderbirds soar, spin and roar through the sky. Guess what they want for their birthdays now! Yep - barbie dolls! (RIGHT!) Airplanes and helicopters, baby! These boys are ready to fly!! Check out a few shots from our adventure below... (By the way, there are no earplugs or muffs that can protect you or your children from the bone-rattling thunder of the F-15, F/A-18, or F-16 jets... and we felt them all!)...

Mix and Match

The problem with having a mother who works in retail clothing is that you can't get away with many mis-matched outfits. I think Laura gave me a couple of shirts before she ever gave me a kiss! Anyway, now we have two pre-school boys who are extremely particular about what they wear. I don't remember being this way, but MAN, they don't want to wear clothes that don't "match". Just yesterday, I was helping Evan get ready for school and it was "paint the town red" day (see previous post). I had some red sweatpants, with a gray t-shirt for him. "No, Daddy, that shirt doesn't match." (Sure it does, gray goes with just about anything - just like blue jeans.) "NO, Daddy! I don't wanna wear it." I placed the shirt beside his pants and pointed out the matching red in the "Ragin' Cajuns" image and lettering on the front of the shirt. "Ok, I'll wear it." It would be cute if this was an isolated situation, but just earlier this week, Evan fussed about his juice box not matching his shirt - they were clashing shades of green. I'm ready for them to wear uniforms to school!