Boys will be boys. .

Lans I love having your little ones over. My Jacob aka J-Bo lights up when he hears the knock at the door and he and Matthew are peas and carrots. I'm in heaven in a sea full of ankle-biting boys. . .except when they all decide to poop before 9:30am to which I exclaim, "You have met your quota for the day. NO MORE POOPS" They think it is funny when I say "poop" of course and giggle like crazy.
The boys were sick for what seemed like months. . . but I haven't wiped a nose yet this morning. YIPEEEEE. .

I made chili for dinner last week and came outside to discover my Jacob and Aaron with Matthew flinging it all over the trampoline and roaring with laughter. Stinkers.

Andrew hasn't caught on to saying "CHeeese" yet, he just likes to eat it.
They are doing well Lans. They are happy and well fed and a delight to all of us. After lunch I said to Andew, "Allll done." He said, "All done" several times in a row. Go AN-JUICE. And I was wrong about the eight teeth- he had some molars hiding in back - 11 teeth on this sweet baby.