Ah, so much for my goal to blog every Sunday. <--- me grumbling.



A BIG thanks to my parents, mom especially, who came to tend my little crazies so I could tend to my big crazy. At least for the DAY AND A HALF he took off work. I think I take for granted that they visit so often...I never remember to snap pictures of them with the kiddos. I vow to do so next visit. Oh, and a thanks to the Cleggs who came & brought dinner. Halvor, you really are the best cook. ;)


Collin landed us in the ER for a few lovely hours. Drank himself a bottle of cough syrup AND a bottle of ibuprofen. That was a pretty crappy morning. He's our little hypochondriac, a very cute one:


Nate won the Biggest Loser ($600!) at work. I came in 4th. Honestly, I hadn't really been trying since Asher's birthday. I celebrated Nate's win & felt a bit sorry for myself this weekend to the tune of chocolate chip cookie dough...and four extra pounds. HA!


I mostly boycotted St. Patrick's day. I bought Asher a green shirt for school...that was it. Scott made us a delicious corned beef & cabbage roast. He's pretty dang cool like that. I have been so focused on trying to work on putting together an educational activities schedule for the boys (to cut down on tv/iphone habits) that I felt I had little energy for green food & clovers. That and ::ahem:: St. Patrick's day is a bit of a lame holiday. Second only to Presidents Day. That's my opinion and I'm stickin to it. Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow!

This past week Nate was out of town on business. I was proud of myself for not having a panic attack at taking care of the 3 boys by myself for a few days. That said, I was really excited when we picked him up from the airport on Thursday. The boys were too...except that they were excited because they thought they were going ON an airplane. Not so. You wouldn't have believed the weeping and wailing that took place as we pulled onto the highway heading home.

On our way home, we passed an ambulance, which reminded me that I needed to tell the boys that Daddy was going to have surgery in a few days. (this Wednesday) I explained that his nose was broken & that he was gonna go to the hospital to have it fixed. (Nate has never been able to breathe through his nose.) Daddy would have to get some "pokes"...poor Daddy!

Collin then launched into a barely discernable rant...he was pretty ticked off about something. Nate and I kept catching words like, "daddy's nose....punch his lights out....hurt..." All the while making fist punching motions.. He then pointed to the guy in the car next to us and said, "that guy...punch his lights out...a-hurting Daddy's nose." HAHAAAA!! We finally figured it out! Collin was under the impression that the guy in the car next to us was going to hurt Daddy's nose with pokes & Collin, being fiercly loyal to his Dad, was going to take care of business. Light-punching-out style. I quickly cleared up the confusion (while laughing) & when Collin finally understood he said, "Ooohh. Sorry!"

He is just plain scrappy. It's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. But how tough can you really be when you walk around with hot chocolate dribbles on your cute little lips??