Just a few random musings. I haven't done a good job keeping a journal since... oh, James was born so I justify this blog as a "book of remembrance". Here's a few things I want to remember.
The other night James was saying the prayer over dinner. Here's how it went, "Please Jesus save us from the food...and from the bad people...the bad people are Lamanites." I guess maybe I should work to improve my culinary arts and teach James about the Anti-Nephi-Lehis.
Speaking of food, Nelson popped out a tooth at 4 1/2 months. He'll be five months this week and still isn't rolling over completely. I think that's his way of telling us where his priorities lie.
We are currently in the beginning (and I mean just barely squeaking in there) stages of potty training Andrew. He started the ball rolling by insisting on wearing underwear over his diaper. Not just normal underwear, but thick trainer pants underwear. All that padding on his derriere leaves him looking quite disproportioned and makes him waddle a bit. Doesn't slow him down though.
Boyd is the motivating force behind our garden every year, and he gets a little over zealous at times (read we often replant everything because he had us all out there way too early). I think he's learned his lesson, and now channels that early enthusiasm into planting starts. He planted some pepper seeds the other day using soil from our garden. We went out of town for the weekend and came home to find not pepper sprouts but pots full of new grown grass. They looked like chia pets. Maybe we'll have a sod farm this year.
Girl vs Boy
People always ask, now that we have three boys, if we'll keep trying for a girl. Lately, I am of a mind to think that maybe we should just count ourselves lucky. I hear girls are no picnic. I also have to be honest with myself. I don't really sew, scrapbook, or do hair so me raising a girl just doesn't add up. I've been mentally making a list of the pros and cons of having all boys.
Pros:1. Low maintenance. Getting ready for church Sunday morning is a breeze. No curling irons, or cute barrettes. Just some water, a comb, three little heads, and a minute later we can be out the door.
2. The love. They think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world (because I'm the only woman in their life). James likes to look at my wedding pictures and say, "Mom you're a princess!" Andrew likes to play with my hair and give me kisses. Nelson just thinks I'm the best thing in the world...period.
3. Man time. On the weekends the boys love to help Daddy. I can zip up their jackets and send them outside for hours at a time. Oh, the things I can get done! I can't wait for Fathers and Sons and priesthood sessions in the future. No Moms allowed!
4. The appetite. This may get out of hand in the future, but it sure makes a mom feel good when her kids ravenously clean their plate and ask for seconds.
5. The energy. These boys are constantly on the go and quite frankly it keeps me young. Bike rides, playing ball, running races, they're my personal trainers.
Cons:1. The smell. Already I'll walk into my boys room at night to tuck them in or something and think, "Man you guys stink!"
2. The toilet. Mothers of boys, need I say more. Really I could wipe the toilet down every hour of the day and still not keep up with the "surprises" they leave.
3. All the noise, noise, noise, though I don't really have anything to compare it with.
4. The mess. I am having some success at training the boys that if they have been rolling around in mud they had better go in the garage and strip down before stepping foot inside.
5. The destruction. I often wonder if anything will survive them.
