First day of school

The whole gang waiting for the bus. The weather was perfect this morning so it was that much more pleasant walking to the bus stop.

I can't believe I have two kids in school already!

Dallin is in first grade this year.

Cody is starting kindergarten, and I'm not sure who is more excited about that, me or him.

ER

Poor Brylee. She slipped on the tile after getting out of the bathtub. We made another trip to the ER. We could see a cut on the inside of her mouth and one on the outside, so we feared she had cut all the way through and would require stitches. Luckily, it was two separate cuts. They still had to glue the outside cut back together. This poor girl has been to the ER more than I have. Hopefully this trend will end soon. :(

Cody turns 5!

THAT is a baracuda cake. Cody imagined up, in his crazy little mind, that he should have a baracuda cake for his birthday. And since I'm not one to disappoint... I gave in and made it for him. I'm such a great Mom, I know.

Does he look happy or what?

And now he is 5. FIVE! He is starting kindergarten. He still wears some clothes that are size 2T. :( But he also wears some clothes that are size 4. We will get to size 5 someday. Someday...

Today we went to his new school for a meet and greet with the teachers. He wanted to stay and play. I don't blame him. I was wishing I could go back to kindergarten as well. ;)

Love that boy!

Tater-tot

It seems just yesterday that Tate was still a baby. Oh wait, he was... But now, he has exploded into a toddler. He is saying words and picking up more words each day. He is making animal noises. Following simple directions. He LOVES shoes. He will bring us HIS shoes all day long, even if he is already wearing some. He will throw his dirty diapers away for us. He LOVES to read books, and will bring us books all day as well. He does some sign language, which we love. He is a pretty fun boy. (Except when it comes to bed time) We are still working on mastering the art of falling asleep in his own bed, on his own. Last night I was trying to get him to lay down to go to sleep. I would pat his pillow and say "Tate, lay down." He looked down at the pillow, then up at me and said "no." (In a high pitched, squeaky little baby voice.) It was so cute, and funny, and caught me completely off guard. I was trying not to laugh, and thinking please don't start that already.

Some of his favorite words to say are:
uh oh
oh no
no
see
go
cool
mama
dada
shoes
book
car
let's go
cow
dog
and a bunch of animal sounds

What a sweetie. He can also be a trouble maker though. He really likes to climb. We have to take him off the table about 10 times a day. (We've learned if we push the chairs in he can't get up. Now we are working on teaching the other kids to push their chairs in. Sequences.) He can also scale the SIDE of a chair. Picture a rock climber. He also loves the bathroom. There are drawers to play in, fancy white bowls full of water that is begging to be splashed all around. And rolls of fluffy paper that can unroll forever, and turn to mush in the bathtub...