Jack's 6th Birthday

Jack has been looking forward to his birthday since before Christmas, and it just couldn't come fast enough for him. He was definite in his desires for this year's birthday:

 

1) Chubby Puppy: This is one of those times I really hate children's TV. There is a play set called Chubby Puppy (sadly, no, this is not what they call me at the beach) that features puppies. You know. Chubby ones. Jack saw a stuffed Chubby Puppy at the toy store and it's been at the top of his list for weeks. Most of his stories feature a hero named Chubby.

 

2) The Aquarium: Jack loves the aquarium. He is always up for a visit. Good thing we enjoy it too.

 

3) Doughnut Cake: This is my personal favorite of Jack's requests. I think a new tradition has been born.

 

We love you Jack! Your imagination is incredible, your smile contagious, and your love of others beautiful. Happy Birthday!

We Don't Dress Up

Every once and a while, Bryce and I like to remind ourselves that we weren't always old and boring by going on a date. So we picked the oldest and boringest thing to do on a recent one: a scholarship banquet.

 

Oooooooooooh.

 

It was really for work, but we ended up having a blast. They had a cool swing band, the decorations were super hip, and we dance-floored-it-up with our friend Mandy.

 

 

 

Bryce even bid on...and won...a crane picture. Excited to have THAT in the house.

 See kids, like us, you can keep the romance alive. All it takes is a little planning and a work obligation. Viola!

Happy Easter

Easter egg hunts, ham dinners, repeat.

 

Happy Easter from these two handsome boys!

My Stuffed Animal Hoarder

It's so interesting to me how two kids can be so different in their likes, dislikes, and habits. When it comes to their rooms, it's easy to see how different they are. Cole easily gets rid of old toys, and likes his room clean. Jack, on the other hand, loves to keep things. Everything. Last Christmas, he had a stack of magazines of toys he had circled that he wanted. It took me until February to convince him to throw it away. He keeps packaging, instructions, and EVERY SINGLE piece of paper he has ever drawn on. I have to basically wait until he's out of the house and purge as quickly as I can.

 

This love of clutter extends to his sleeping habits. Every night, he puts at least four stuffed animals in bed with him. I cannot imagine having the bulky, furry, and hot things packed around him, but he just loves it. Hey, I guess you like what you like, right?