Fishing Trip

There are things about living in a house full of boys (and by boys I mean Dax, Wyatt and Austin) that probably only a select group of people can understand. Things that are charming...and I use that term loosely.

There's always pee in the toilet. I've learned to just accept it and make frequent trips around the house flushing toilets. I've tried to remedy this little situation, but let's face it, it's been useless. Gross. There will always be pee in the toilet.

There are always socks on the floor. And then I wonder why when I go to do laundry there is always a missing one...or two. Who the heck knows where they disappear to.

We have more baseball hats than I literally know what to do with. I guess I'm kinda at fault because I buy the majority of them, but I can't help it.

Did you know when boys get hot and sweaty they stink? Three sweaty boys in a small house does not make for a nice, inviting aroma. I fear this little trait is just going to get worse. Good thing I love them despite their body odor.

Obviously we don't cut the boys hair as often as we probably should. But let's face it, if all three boys got their hair cut as often as they should and for fifteen bucks a pop, we'd be in the poor house. Thank goodness one boy knows how to cut the smaller boys hair and that the one older boy trusts me with the clippers to do his.

And boys snore. All of them do, no matter what age. Camping can sometimes be a little to much for me to handle...but we still go ever year.

Lucky for Austin, he gets to do manly, bonding things with his boys and they can be as "boy" as they want. This week, he took them fishing for the first time. I honestly think it was a little dream come true for him. All three were as excited as the next to go on this adventure. They packed the car, they took fishing poles, nets, bait, ice, buckets, and about a hundred other little things (and grandpa) and set off on their trip with me waving them goodbye from the porch.

I stayed back and grocery shopped, cleaned house, did a little shopping and had dinner ready for when they got home. They left in the afternoon and returned well after dark, dirty, with scrapped knees, and exhausted (and thanks to grandpa with five fish). I missed those boys while they were gone. I miss that I didn't really quite fit into the equation of a "boy's fishing trip". But I love that Austin has his boys. And I love that he gets to do these things with them, even if it is without me.

Mostly I loved it because I was the one who got to greet them when they got home. That I was the one to get big hugs and kisses. That I was the one who got to hear their stories and all the fun they had. The boys went on and on as they drifted off to sleep. That's when I get the best coversations out of them and that night was no exception. Austin picked up the stories where they left off as he gutted and filleted the fish. I just sat and listened and smiled.

I'm a lucky girl living with all these boys.

We are Family

I promise, these are the last pictures from our Easter "photo shoot" (if you can even call it that with me behind the camera...I wish!). I usually don't post pictures from one shoot on multiple posts, but this time I couldn't help myself. I rarely get pictures of Austin and the boys. I rarely get pictures of me and the boys. And for obvious reason, we rarely get pictures of our family together. And although they are not the best pictures (let's be honest, I'm a girl and I will always nitpick about the way I look in pictures), when I saw these they made me smile. They reminded me of a little saying I have hanging in my house. It reads...

In Our Home

We do second chances

We say prayers

We do I'm sorry's

We play hard

We do loud really well

We give hugs

We do love

We Are Family

And to me, there's nothing better than mine.

Every Little Boys Dream

Last week my mom and one of my sisters took the kids to the very last Angels Spring Training game for the season. It's one of the perks of living in AZ. We catch at least one game a season and somehow we managed to wait until the very last game to make it this year. Our husbands were working so it was just us girls, with our little boys. What a treat!

When we got to the game one of the ushers told us to come sit in her section because they didn't expect the park to be full. So we headed down the bleachers to the very front row to watch the teams warm up, take batting practice and eat our lunches. The boys stood at the fence yelling to the players and were so excited to be up close and personal with professionals. Okay, so maybe that was me, but they were still very excited.

As a pitcher from the Indians headed back to the dugout he tossed Dax the ball he had been warming up with. So cool! Dax was so excited but we wanted to make sure his cousin and Wyatt got a ball too. The players were doing some running drills and playing catch and as two players headed in after warm-ups they grab three balls and handed one to each of the boys. What nice guys!!! Even though it's a crummy picture, I love how below you can see the player looking back over his shoulder and smiling at the boys, knowing he just made their day!

We snapped pictures and texted our husbands and they were so envious that they were working and we were sitting in the sun, watching a ball game, and seeing our little boys dreams come true by getting a real true live baseball from a real true live professional baseball player.

I thought for sure that when school rolled around today that Dax would take his two baseballs for show and tell. Nope. He wanted his Night Fury dragon he got from Easter. Go figure!

Well, if for now he doesn't understand the coolness of these baseball, I'm sure he will one day. These babies are going into special cases in their room!