We all know that I have 3 children, but only one does such crazy things that they end up as "stories". Well, the two older boys were doing jobs this morning, and I was getting ready. When I came out, I started looking for Isaac so I could "check" on him. He had locked himself in Bennett's bedroom and would not unlock the door. I kept asking him to unlock the door and after about 5 minutes of him refusing, I told him to do it now or I would call the police and they would break the door to get in. Finally he opened it, but he was screaming and crying... no, he wasn't hurt. He was scared and guilty. I looked over at Bennett's bed and saw two tootsie pops half eaten and wrapper pieces everywhere! Deja vu! Hasn't this already happened before? Apparently Bennett had been saving these two tootsie pops for a while in his drawer and Isaac found them. Bennett was really sad and Isaac had a nice long time out.....
Imagine the two pictures above together. Here is the story.... Isaac was sleeping in my bed one morning recently when I woke up in the morning. It was time for me to get up and get the day going, so I snuck out of the room and downstairs with the other kids. I was so happy he had slept in so he could be happy all day! So, about 8:15 am (which is really late for him), he came slowly down the stairs. He looked really dirty, so I threw him in the tub really quick before we went on with the day. The day was busy, and I actually did not go back into my room all day! That night when I went in my room to sleep, Adam was staring at the bed. I walked over and saw three sticky sucker sticks stuck to my pillow, little pieces of torn up wrappers, and colorful spots all over the sheets.
It turns out that Isaac had woken up at some unknown time and spotted a little bag of 3 tootsie pops on the night stand next to him. (They were his big brother's from a party.) He then thought it would be best to lay on his mom's pillow and eat ALL THREE IN A ROW! --during which time he slobbered when his mouth was too full (hence the colorful spots) and then just simply left the chewed up sticks on mommy's pillow!!!! Why not, right?
Here are the boys in front of Grandma and Grandpa Greene's house. We also got to be with all of Adam's siblings and their families, and we got to visit my Aunt Nancy and a couple of her cute girls. We stayed with Adam's sister Rachel and had so much fun at her house with her family. It was a great little vacation.
Jackson before his game and he was excited too but playing it cool.
Here is Bennett in the dugout waiting to bat. His main concern was the snacks... they had orange slices in the dugout and suddenly he LOVED oranges. Ate like 50. At home, he complains if I cut up an orange for him.
That's how close he got. He is such a sweet boy. I love it when my boys are this age... it is so precious. The other day I asked him what he wants to be when he grows up and he said "a baby." His brothers laughed so hard and I told him he couldn't be a baby when he grew up, so what else would he like to be. And his new answer was "a garbageman." Is it bad if he idolizes the local garbagemen?
This is our new pet! And there is another one that was hiding so I couldn't get his picture. Our friends were moving to Washington and gave us their tortoises, and I must say they are the perfect pets for Las Vegas. They are small, live outside in a little habitat area that we (Adam) built for FHE on Monday night. They just eat minimal food, drink a little water, and hibernate all winter long. So, it is like having pets only 1/2 the year! They totally entertain the boys and give them something to do. So far they have been named: Sandy and Snippy, Sandy and Shelly, Sandy and Spongebob, and now apparently they are Sandy and Patrick. Like I said.... it gives the boys something to think about.
In Ruby Valley, Nevada we had a small ranch. It was beautiful but had one problem- snakes. Often when Grandpa would go out in the yard or into the field, rattlesnakes would be there. Our neighbors were Shoshone Indians. Near their homes was a den of snakes. The Indians worried that snakes would bite their children as they did bite cattle, horses, sheep, and dogs. Grandpa was a young man with small children too. He looked carefully down into the snake den and saw hundreds of rattlesnakes in balls and crawling all over eachother.
Grandpa and the Indian men packed four hundred pounds of T.N.T. explosives on horses and went up to the snake den. They lowered the two and a half pound blocks of T.N.T. down to the snakes. They taped a blasting cap on the prima cord with a twelve inch fuse. Three of the Indians ran away. The chief stayed to help Grandpa. Then Grandpa got a match and the chief said "I tink I go." Grandpa lit the fuse and ran after the Indians to a big boulder they had chosed for shelter. The blast went off and hundreds of snakes and rocks flew high into the air. Most of the snakes were dead. Thise in the snake pit were dead too. The Indians thanked Grandpa. They felt much safer.
Isaac reeling in a big one.... or just casting over and over again and getting caught in the weeds over and over again.
We went on a nice hike.
We stayed up late playing war with the kids. It was the easiest game and they LOVED it! Even Isaac got into it and he had the most fun. By the way, I won.
The first trip we took (these pictures are backwards) was to the LA area where we stayed in a couple different hotels, took Jackson to his appointment for the month at the hospital, went to an Angels game with some of my family, and crashed my parents anniversary celebration in Newport Beach.