This is Deetz. Yes, he is chubby, but yes, he can still fly.

Porter is about to pummel someone...

Can you really take anyone serious who has a hot chocolate mustache? I mean, really.

But let me tell you one reason for the tough look on his face.....

check out these pimp new shoes. I mean, who wouldn't feel tough wearing them. Takin it back to the old skool, love 'em!

6 years later....know him better, love him more...

Imagine that these pics are in the dark. Cuz they are. Now, let me be honest and tell you this is what I most look forward to on Tuesday nights- me coming home, after I've taken care of my Tues night duties, and finding these little men passed out. I do no night-time duties and just get to relish in the results...aahhhh i love it! I always have to laugh when I find myself at Church on the Tues night activities, and say they finish early or I'm not necessarily needed there. The thought crosses my mind to just go home. But only for a second. In fact maybe a mili-second. That's like coming home from vacation early. I mean who really does that unless we're faced with a life or death situation. If I do give into the desire to leave, it is simply to go drive around aimlessly, with a milkshake in hand for half an hour until I'm assured those kids are fast asleep. And if I pull up to the house and see the lights are still on in the boys' room, I'm taking another couple of laps around the neighborhood.

Sometimes, though, my plan is still foiled. Case and point this past Tues night. All the signs showed I would enter to my peaceful bliss. It was 9:00, lights were out, and not sound was heard. At first that is. But sure enough, I have three boys, not only the two pictured above. Here was the third little man....

just a playing. Leon in hand, along with his "guys." Initial thought: turn around and run. I desperately consider going to get myself that Jack in the Box milkshake even though I've sworn off sweets til Saturday. Take another couple of laps. Act like you just forgot something at home. Better yet, say you forgot something at Church. But...instead I just go in and face the music. And it is only seconds before I'm hearing, "Mommy....kissies, kissies. Luvs." Minutes later, "My eyes hurt. TURN on a light....I can't see my guys." Then, just giggling. At least it's not screaming.
Next Tues, I'll make sure I go for the milkshake!

Guess what we did today?

How do you spell cookie?

As Dallin B was sitting down to some cookies and milk, he said, "Mom, I know how to spell cookie. O-R-E-O."

He may not win a spelling bee but this would be spot-on for a Nabisco commercial!

So a couple of things I learned this fall: a)very, very fun and I kind of wanted pre-Halloween to last forever (even though it kind of seemed like it did) and b) the market sure knows how to capitalize on these experiences and sentiments. They get us on this emotional high and then try to suck all our money out of us. Let's take the pumpkin patch for instance. I gladly take the hour drive to go to "the best one around." Perfect. I get there to find a $3/person entry fee. I can handle that. They do have to make money somehow. They explain to me that this entry fee gets me in where there are the jumpy houses, a petting zoo, corn maze, tractor ride, etc. Otherwise I'm strictly restricted to the actual pumpkin patch. Now what they failed to mention was once I was in that area they were going to try to rob me. I mean honestly, $3 per kids to jump in your bouncy for 5 min? I'll pass. And what really got me... $3/kid to pet your nasty, stinky farm animals? Not a chance. But maybe I should actually be thanking them. I really wouldn't want my kids touching those nasty things anyways cuz that means I too would have to touch them, and that's just not that attractive to me if we're being honest. Had it been free, I totally would've given into "be a good mom" pressure and infested ourselves with their hair and food and whatever else the animals had stickin to them at our time of contact. So I'm actually not going to complain about that one. But we did have a great time. Loved the tractor ride, loved getting stuck in the corn maze for 30 minutes with probably only one eighth of the trail progression. But of course the kids thought we made it all the way through. It's funny at the beginning I'm like, "Nope we took the wrong turn. We're not gonna let this maze get us, let's choose another route." By the end, I'm completely compliant to the"right way." I admit defeat. All in all the boys loved it. We had tons of fun, we got to pick out our own pumpkins, and enjoy the season!


By the time Halloween day came I think we were on like outing number 5. But they got dressed up with the same excitement and we were off door to door. Equally entertaining to the boys was handing the candy out at our house. Dallin was pre-tty charismatic. He'd open the door, "Ah ha, now what are you? I think I've seen you before. Now what kind of candy do you want? Reeses? Kit kat? 1 or 2?" Pistol Pope was right in his back pocket helping out. They loved loved loved it!
Little Deeter was in the mix. They love including him in everything. One day he'll appreciate it if this kind of behavior continues!

And Dallin B went ahead and needed to accessorize the church gear with the Woody hat.

So I have a four month old. Really going on 4 1/2. And you know when they're this age that half a month counts. Don't know how the time passes, but I guess it would be really weird if it didn't. Yosh and I remind ourselves quite often that these are the golden times. Not only with Deeter, but the other boys too. Maybe even more so with the other boys. Where discovery is at their fingertips and so fascinating. What type of discoveries? You know, like the number 13 comes after the number 12. And they are in shock and bewildered and couldn't be more excited about it. Or that they can buckle their own seatbelts. Or that if they look at Deeter a certain way and talk to him they can get a laugh out of him. You know, the simple discoveries of life that come tumbling in a million miles a minute at their age. And as a parent, it's the greatest to sit back and watch and be equally fascinated. Really just fascinated at their fascination. It's crazy. Anyway, these are the things that have been making us love life this last little bit.

Deeter and I ditched the boys a few weekends again and went to CO. I visited with my baby sister and her little girl and then my parents drove through town and we got to all go lunch! A nice treat for me!!