My Fashion Sense

I have never really been fashionable. I like to look nice, but I have stepped out probably too many times in clothes that I just mowed the lawn in, or whatever I was working on. I think mostly I just hate changing more than once a day, and I like clothes that have many functions. I even exercise in my pajamas sometimes. :-/

Anyways, so I've been trying to find some new clothes that are more in style. But every time I start looking, I always end up on the Target website looking at these....

Baseball Tees

And print tees.

For me fashionably there is no hope. But I sure am comfortable!

Oh yeah...and I'll most likely be sporting one of these...

Only it will look more like this.

Put it all together and Voila!

This is what I clean the bathroom in!

Caught Offguard

Today was a naughty day for a certain 3-year-old. After much tormenting of his younger brother, the final straw was when he poked Luke in the eye with a toy screwdriver.
Me: "Gideon!! If you EVER do that again, you will get a spank on your bare bottom!"
Gideon (with a puzzled grin): "Mommy! (pause)...I'm not a bear!"
Case closed. He has outwitted his mother.

Oklahoma Weather

Here's the latest we've experienced due to Oklahoma weather. 

Wind storm

Over the last 5 years:

Hail Storm #1 (that's Tristan's huge paw) 

This was 2 years ago. We got a new roof.

Three months ago we had another storm. Again...a new roof.

Record breaking heat and drought for the past 2 years.

Notice the buckled gutter. 

"Popcorn Clouds"; these are on the tail end of a tornado producing storm that blew through.

Tristan unknowingly drove right through it...more like was blown through and survived it!

Electric storms and lightning strikes. The thunder out here is like a bomb blast.

And my personal favorite, the ice storm. 

Nothing like hearing cracking all through the night and wondering if a branch is about to come through your roof. It was like lumberjacks were working throughout the neighborhood for 2 days straight.

The Letter "L"

Homemade lemonade.

Apparently,...

...some little boy thinks small white pebbles aren't filling enough.

A piece of bread ought to do the trick.

These boys...

...are best friends!

Our Birthdays

Mine and Tristan's birthday are just 2 days apart. We should just split a cake, but really, why not have a sugar overload?

I'm so Glad When Daddy Comes Home!

I need to get a video of the boys when Tristan pulls up. The boys run and jump on the couch to watch him walk to the front door; the whole while yelling, "Daddy, Daddy!" and "Dada! Dada!"

It's pretty awesome. 

My Gideon Boy

Gideon is my best buddy! We have a grand 'ol time most days and he's getting so smart and learning to help me out so much. What would I ever do without him?!

 He collects rocks on our walks and paints them. I have quite the collections of colorful landscaping just outside the kitchen door.

 This is heaven for this boy. If there is a truck to be seen, he wants to see it and hear it and touch it.

 He's been learning the alphabet and drew this "T" all on his own. 

 We make animals of the letters we've learned.

 During "K" week we made a kite and it flew! (I was shocked.)

Staying up late to watch the BYU game! 

As Gideon Likes to Call Him, "The Lukinator!"

Boy I love this kid! He is almost always smiling. (I think that has to do with the fact that he's almost always eating too!) It just makes me want to squeeze his little cheeks; I almost can't contain myself...you have no idea.

 This is his favorite at the park. Expect to stand here the whole time.

Ummm...yum. I was hoping to get a good spray-to-the-face shot. (evil chuckle) 

See these crocs? He is OBSESSED with them. Did you know when you mix sweaty little feet and crocs it smells like vinegar? Disgusting and true. Anyways, he will search the house until he finds these shoes. The only guaranteed time they are off is when he's bathing (to his disappointment) and sleeping (another disappointment).  

Lukey, I love the way you talk to me in gibberish like you are really telling me something, (I'm sure, in fact, you are). And how you mimic your bother and me and daddy. You are hilarious and cute as can be!

Is Heaven in the Vacuum?

Today I had G vacuum up a dead moth. He asked if the moth was going to heaven.
Me: "Yes."
G: "In the vacuum?"
I think I may need to clarify some things to him.