Two goals for Harrison. Two goals for Asher. Soccer's done and Summer's begun!

The Bear Cave

Last Fall, Asher learned about bears at preschool. Since then, Harrison, Mom, and Dad have all tasted thousands of pretend berries (you use your paws for those) and fish (these you must snatch directly in your jaws). We've also consumed thousands of pints of imaginary honey- watch out for the bees!

What's the best part about being a bear? Making cool bear caves... Though Mommy has to admit that playing bears sometimes includes convincing Asher it's time for a little hibernation.

Asher's Birthday

Fishies, Fishies, Everywhere! Asher's birthday was in March, but because of baby Lincoln's arrival, we had his belated b-day party recently. We all especially liked the water pinata-- a fun idea I found online. We filled a blue trash bag with water and water toys for some splash and scramble fun.

5 a.m. Easter

The boys were super excited for Easter. 5 a.m. excited. We said goodbye to good sleep March 1st anyway...

COMFORT

Asher and Harrison love to amass whatever the favorite toys or books of the day are and sleep with them. They've even been wearing their Spiderman and Tiger costumes to bed OVER their pjs and with their boots.

They don't seem to mind being surrounded by pointy pokiness. In fact, the uncomfortableness issue isn't an issue. They prefer the comforting sense of being surrounded by what gives them happiness.

Not so wierd after all.

lookin' for a little powder

We had this big piece of cardboard in our house from, well, I don't know. Anyway, Harrison and Asher always make good use of such trash/treasure. They're like little sculptors who can see a masterpiece in a hunk of rock. We've had cardboard swords last for months before, and have many a time sledded down the bottom of the stairs on our very own cardboard sled. But this piece of cardboard was destined for something different- something more- like Vail, Park City, Big Sky... this cardboard was meant to see the slopes. Apparently, the plastic golf clubs were, too!

sweet baby

My friend, Mary, did these pictures for us. Lincoln was a dream for the shoot- except for peeing in Mom's face- but it's not like that's never happened before. He is, after all, baby boy #3.

He is the sweetest baby. He rarely cries, and when he does, it's more of a little fuss than an all out holler. He quiets almost instantly... what a gift of joy he is.

Harrison and Asher have truly attached to him. They're very protective. Asher's actually given a few people the evil eye at church and quietly, but firmly informed them "he's our baby" when they fawn over Lincoln. (We'll have to work on that one).

The big boys don't mind helping by getting diapers ready, etc. But of course, the favorite task is to get Lincoln to smile or "talk" to them. It's been four years since we had a baby... I'd almost forgotten how rewarding a "conversation" of coos with a six week old can be.





Showing off some neck muscles- and
a perfect baby bum.