If you're stopping by for the first time, we have a log home on 72 acres in the Blue Ridge mountains. We have many animals and like to spend a lot of time outside. Except lately. When it's been in the upper 90s everyday. Now we only get out to tend the garden and feed the animals. Hopefully this heat will break soon.
So let me introduce you to the important ones - my boys.
My oldest, Pierce, is 4 going on 5. He loves riding bikes, swimming, and reading this book called Pizza Pat. It's one of those really annoying books where you have to repeat the same sequence of sentences every page, only adding to it each time. But he loves it. Thankfully, he can read the whole thing himself, so at least I don't have to do all those repetitions about gooey and gloppy crust and sausages and those stupid mice that eat the poor guy's pizza at the end. I tried to get Pierce to change the ending - you know - the mice make a pizza for Pat to make up for gorging on his, but Pierce doesn't go for it. Now I just try to get him not to read the last two pages, but he's not into that either. I think he secretly likes the gloom and doom.
My next oldest, by all of 6 minutes, is Reid (he and his brother will turn two August 8). He's my troublemaker. You can read yesterday's post about my multiple calls to Poison Control on account of Reid. He also does things like sneak into the pantry and pour bulk boxes of baking soda on the floor, all while I'm changing his twin brother's diaper. So don't let his sweet big blue eyes fool you (but he is kinda sweet, when he feels like it). Reid loves TRUCKS!!! Everytime we drive down the road and a semi passes he's all TRUCK! MA! TRUCK!!! and I think he's going to explode out of his carseat with excitement. Reid also really loves to eat - particularly cheese. I can always count on enthusiasm from him during dinner, even when everyone else is sneaking food to our border collie, Scooter.
My youngest, Reid's twin brother, is Cort. He's the loyal and protective one. When I had a doctor appointment recently, he threw a huge fit when they tried to run a test on me - he didn't want them to touch his mom. The doctor had to take him down to her office and let him play with toys so they could finish the test. And if anyone in the house is crying, Cort is the one to bring stuffed toys and blankies and pat heads and give hugs. He's also quick to laugh and he actually helps clean up when it's time instead of just wandering off. He adores our cats, but sadly is allergic to them. Cort loves balls - he is actually pretty decent at throwing and kicking, but then I guess I'm biased. Only I'm not that biased, because I don't like sports anyhow, other than running - so maybe he really is good!
Thanks for coming by, I look forward to hopping by to visit you and your boys as well! I do have a giveaway right now, which you can check out here for some fun beauty and pampering items.