The dog.. his master and #5
Boys and their bikes.
#4 is a good big brother.
This dog loves this man… He's always trying to get his attention.
#5 flying his kite.
#6.. rockin' the Mom shirt.
I've been thinking a lot lately about re-numbering my kids. If you've read my blog for very long you'll know that I don't give my children's names out.. I just refer to them by number. You know…
#2 (in blue) #1 (in red), #3 holding #6, #3.5 and the 2 little boys in front #4 in blue and #5 in green. They are numbered by age.. or birth order.
Most people don't know it but #3 and #3.5 are only 16 hours apart. They've been the best of friends since 2nd grade. I didn't give birth to #3.5 but I love her just like did. When she came to live with us in 2011, I only thought she would be here a month or two.. we feel so fortunate and blessed that she is with us permanently. In January The Man and I became Miss #3.5's legal guardians.
I've been thinking about re-numbering the monkeys.. and if I do it by birth order #3.5 should be #4 and so on. That would mean I would need to change the numbers of the 3 youngest boys. I'm not sure that they would care… or maybe they would. Maybe #3.5 just wants to be 3.5 and not a whole number. I could always give #3.5 the number of #7.. but then it would screw up the whole birth order thing. What do you think?
A couple of weeks ago I made a most delicious coconut cream pie. I had just put it in the fridge when I turned around and saw this…
It's #5..
I believe #5 called #4 over and said.. "Hey mom left the homemade whip
cream out.. let's eat it."
If you know #5.. you'd know he did not call anyone over. he doesn't really like to share his food.
But he appears to be doing it here… so who am I to say anything?
Did I tell you that this kid loves whipped cream?
I have three boys that can’t seem to STOP WRESTLING. They do it ALL THE TIME and it makes me nuts. I keep telling them someone is going to get hurt… and just like I predicted. It happened.
Here’s my Sweet Baby.. look at that face. Look at the tear stains on my shirt.
See the gash above his sweet baby eye?
It doesn’t look too bad here, but I really thought it might need stitches.
The Man said; “Suzie PLEASE! He’s fine.”
It bled like crazy!
Here’s The Man putting the bandage on.
Here’s the bandage.. oh and my wedding ring from #4.
You see #5 and #4 were wrestling. #4 didn’t mean didn’t mean to hurt his
sweet baby brother. If you know him, you’d see that he was really upset in this photo,
but was trying to be tough.
They really do love each other.. (or that’s what I keep telling myself) There’s #3 just chilling in the chair.
(please don’t notice one of my 1940’s prints has fallen behind the sofa and no one has bothered to pick it up)
#4 was pretty upset about hurting his brother.
#5 looks like nothing happened.