happenings

Our garbage disposal ate a truck and lived to tell the tale.




Caleb decided to potty train himself.
I wish I would of known that standing on the potty seat was the only motivation he needed.
We would of done this months ago.





Colton still really likes to eat. My 25+ pound baby eats anything he can get his hands on.
Styrofoam, paper, toys, crumbs from the boys.
Apple cinnamon oatmeal, graham crackers, carrots, mangoes, bananas, and apples.





At nine months old, Colton is wearing outfits that Caleb wore when he was two years old.
Food makes him really happy.











And because food makes him extremely happy, I spend a lot of time cleaning up this.




My neighbors yesterday finally took their highchair out and sprayed it down with the hose.
So wise.
So genius.
Say hello to a new all-boy-house-nightly-routine.



Colton got his first pair of shoes.
We always wait until our babies are nine months to begin putting shoes on their feet.
Kind of a "chiropractic-daddy-optimal-neurological-development" rule.
Definitely a rite of passage at our house.



So dang cute.

Conner loves soccer.
and I am pretty sure that soccer loves Conner.




At first I would bring granola bars, juice boxes, crackers, apples, etc. to soccer practice. The food was designed to keep Caleb and Colton happy and off the soccer field. The younger boys were extremely happy, but Conner was distracted. Unable to focus on the soccer practice, Conner had to know exactly what his brothers were eating at all times.

In an attempt to preserve his coach's sanity, I stopped bringing food on the field.

Bags of food were replaced with puzzles, toys, and little cars. Once again, the younger boys were content, but Conner was too distracted. Being the big brother police, Conner would leave soccer practice to ensure that Caleb was playing the game right and that Colton was not eating his favorite book.

Poor coach.
Poor Caleb and Colton.
Poor me.

I stopped bringing food, toys, and books to the soccer field.



Next practice, we sat on the side of the soccer field.
Younger boys unsettled.
Bored.
Cold because it was slightly raining.

And Conner?
Conner was too distracted picking the grass and looking at the blue sky to "keep his head in the game."

Next time I am so bringing puzzles, treats, and books.