Reese is 5!!

Actually, Reese has been 5 for almost two months. I'm just a lazy, bad mother who can't keep up with anything. Thank you to my sister for reminding me that I'm not keeping up with this blog. I am pretty sure that, by this point, she is the only one reading, but if I don't document my kids' childhood here, I doubt I'll remember it! So thanks, Lauren, for nudging me.

Part of me can't believe Reese is already FIVE. Five is a kid. Not even a hint of baby left. (Well, except for the fact that she still sucks her fingers when she's sad or sleepy!) The other part of me can totally believe it because she acts about nine sometimes. She is still a sweetie, but is also becoming quite a drama queen. When she is told "no," she can wail and whine that life is no fair, she never gets anything, and she can't believe how sad she feels. She has actually said "I can't believe you just let me cry like this!"

But she is also pretty funny. Most of the time, she's not trying. Like here:

This was an outfit that Avery wore and I bought it for her because it wasn't too girly, but still cute. It's now in Reese's drawer, but hadn't been worn until this day. I said "Reese, you look cute in that outfit" and she said "Yeah, it's like I just got off of a horse." I have no idea what that means...maybe because it has patches, or maybe because it's jean shorts. I asked her what she meant and she responded with "Well, just look at it." So look at it. Do you think she looks like she just got off of a horse????

She is also a fabulous big sister to Rhett. As long as Avery isn't around, the two of them get along fabulously. (Isn't there always a problem when there is an odd number of kids?) Here they are, pretending to go on "a-cation."

Here she is on her actual 5th birthday, looking too precious and way too grown up:

And here she is last week, after begging me to wrap her like a present and put her under the tree:
Best present I ever got! Love you, Sweet Reesie!

Reese

So I'm way behind AGAIN. I have a post for Reese's birthday, but haven't downloaded pictures yet. So, even though this isn't a long post and there are tons of things I've skipped, I had to get it in writing before I forget.

Reese's teacher told me after school that she was really quiet today - that she just didn't seem like herself. So, on the car ride home I said "Reesie, Mrs. White said you were super quiet. Do you know why?" Her answer killed me. She said "It was a sad day. I was at the end of the line, then I had to sit by myself because Jack was being mean, then no one would play with me at recess and I was all by myself. And I don't know why because I'm a fun girl."

First of all, I have to say, I don't know if there is a worse feeling than when you are left out of something. Second, I know it won't be the last time she's left out of something, so I hope she keeps that "I'm a fun girl" self-confident attitude forever! You go, Reesie!!

I Found My USB Cord!!!!

After a month of living in the new house, I still have at least 10 boxes that still need to be unpacked. I haven't actually unpacked even one box in the past week - until today. And guess what I found? My USB cord for my camera, so that I can download pictures to my computer again!

Here is a little bit of what I found...

This is Avery with her pet hamster, Digger. We told her she could buy a hamster if she earned the money. I figured a hamster with cage was about $30. I told her she had to earn $25 and I would pay for anything extra. Guess what I found out? Hamsters are not as disposable as I thought. With cage, food, and rodent, the total came to a whopping $65. Digger is supposed to be a test to see how ready Avery is for a puppy. She has been dying for one since she was about 3 and I am dying for her NOT to have one. I'm not too worried right now since I have been the one to supply Digger with food and water for the last two weeks. Anyway, the point is that she loves the hamster...and he has survived for over two months, which is a record in our house!

Above is a picture of Reese feeding her baby. I don't think this picture requires any explanation, except that I think it's precious!

Here's a picture of Reese and Rhett on their first day of Small Fry Soccer. Reese loved it and is convinced she is going to sign up for soccer...unless she signs up for softball. Or she wants to keep doing dance. Or cheerleading. Or maybe volleyball, if they have it. Basically, the girl can't make up her mind. So we'll wait and see what time of year it is when she lands on a decision!

Here are Reese and Rhett taking one of their last baths in our old house...

...and here are their handprints in the concrete patio in the backyard. If I could have taken this, I would have. It still brings a tear to my eye to see it:

We miss our old house - it was so us - but we do love our new one and are enjoying making it ours.

I will end with a picture of the newest chapter in our lives: Our first night in the new house...tired from a long day of moving, but happy and excited to be here!

Reese

Reese is still dressing herself 5 days a week. Now that she's in school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, we decide together what she will wear, but I give her free reign most other days..

There aren't many years in life that you can get away with a swimsuit and heels...I'm going to let the girl express herself while she can! Besides, it always gives me something to smile about!

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Second Grader

Avery has started second grade! SECOND! I have a second grader! Lord, help me....
She has even started wearing some girl clothes...anything with skulls on it is fair game!

Interesting Development

Perhaps one of the more interesting developments in the last couple of months is Rhett's choice of sleepwear....

He absolutely loves to wear Reese's pajamas lately.

But oddly enough, he doesn't like it when we laugh at him. Or photograph him while laughing. Go figure.

Updates...

There are countless reasons I haven't posted in a while:

1. I'm lazy.
2. We are moving! Just to a new house, not a new city...same neighborhood, same schools, just more toilets! :)
3. I started a new job, teaching 3 year olds at a Christian preschool. I'm tired.
4. I got an iphone, which I stare at any time I'm not packing or working. Laptops are SO 2008.

Anyway, I'm about to post a gazillion different posts all at once. I love keeping up with our daily life as much as possible, because Lord knows I won't remember it in 20 years!!!

A New Excuse

Me: Girls, you guys need to clean all these crayons and books off of the table if you are wanting to decorate these cookies.

Reese: Mom, just wait one minute. Avery has to save the world.

I wonder how long that takes...I mean, should I just clean the dadgum table myself?

The Biker Bar

Yes, they are pretending that they are in a biker bar. When they asked if they could move furniture, those words were not used. As a parent, I know I should discourage them from pretending they are in a bar. I wrestled with the "good parent" side of my brain for a good 5 minutes before I decided to just keep my mouth shut and see how this thing plays out. When I was a kid we had candy cigarettes. And BB guns that worked. Plus, I think it's funny. And hey, it's better than TV or video games. At least they are using their imagination. So I let it go.
I have no idea how they know anything about biker bars. Honestly. I don't go to biker bars, my husband doesn't go to biker bars, we aren't related to any bikers or people that frequent biker bars. I am 99.9% sure we haven't had a discussion about biker bars. Nevertheless, here we are. In a biker bar. Avery and Rhett are both bikers. I can see it in Avery. She's wearing a leather jacket and a do-rag with flames on it. And a black and silver belt that you cannot see. She looks tough and biker-ish. What I do not understand is why Rhett is wearing a windbreaker zipped to the top, hood tight around his face. I have never, EVER seen a biker wearing a windbreaker with the hood up. For that matter, I don't think I've ever seen a tough, macho type wearing a windbreaker with the hood up. But he tells me he's a tough guy named "Crayon," so there.
Reese is dressed as Snow White. Because of this, obviously, she wasn't allowed in at first. She cried and wailed about the injustice, but the bikers weren't budging. They finally told her that if she put on a tough jacket and didn't talk about girl stuff, she could come in. She brought her stuffed cat and wore a crown, but she didn't breathe a word of princess-y, girly chatter. In fact, she even came up with the idea of getting Cokes and pretending they were beers. Yes, I let them. I know, I know. Bad parenting. But I said no at first...and I reminded them that beer was for grown ups, 21 and over. And remember? We had candy cigarettes. And I don't smoke. I even once snorted Pixy Stix (80's party scenes on TV all the time) and pretended it was cocaine and I've never done cocaine in my life. So they'll be ok. Right?
Don't answer. And do not, under any circumstance, tell me about it if you someday see one of these children in a bar, or on a motorcycle or drinking beer. I don't want to know.

What is this little weirdo doing????

He is looking at our family pictures, saying "I wuff you Reese, I wuff you Avery, I wuff me, I wuff Mommy and Daddy. And I wuff God." Awwwwwww...kinda makes you feel bad for calling him a little weirdo, huh?

P.S. I need to document why the pictures are no longer on the wall. Last weekend, Aaron went on a boys' trip to the Jersey Shore (he swears there was no fist pumping, but I'm not convinced). Not only was I home alone with all three kids for three nights and four days, but I painted our hallway. I did it right, too, just like my Dad taught me. Cleaned the baseboards, taped them off, cleaned the walls, etc. I worked so hard, and now, I'm having a hard time knowing what i want to do in this newly clean, unstained space. It really doesn't matter what I do with it. I will know (and more importantly, Aaron will know) every time I look at it that I did it all by myself. With three kids underfoot and no one to help with anything. I rock. (Sorry...there are so few times I can say that about myself, that I have to take every opportunity to do so.)

Remember These?

Remember these?

This is one of those little craft kits you can pick up at Hobby Lobby...I bought tons of little kits on that aisle at the beginning of the summer. The kids love stuff like this. I got this kit out yesterday morning and they have worked almost non-stop (we took breaks for meals and a brief water balloon fight this morning) on them ever since. After lunch today, Reese and Avery went right back to work on theirs. I was still arguing with Rhett over eating the grilled cheese he asked me to make and then refused to eat. All of a sudden, he starts crying. At first, I thought it was over the food and I was about to send him to his room. Then I noticed that he's grabbing at his face. I asked what was wrong and he cries, "It hurts!" At that exact moment, a tiny pink bead came flying out of his nose. But he kept crying. And digging in his nose. "Are there any more up there?" I asked. He nodded his head yes. I said "Why?" and immediately dismissed the question and any answer that might have followed. I told him to blow his nose as hard as he could. Nothing. Well, not nothing, but no beads came out. I pinched his nose and felt something hard in there. He squealed even louder, yelling "Dat hurt, Momma!" Definitely still beads up his nose. I told him to keep blowing while I called the doctor's office. As snot flies all over the kitchen, the message service at the doctor's office answers. Great. They're on lunch break. I honestly don't know if this is an emergency or not. I hear about kids doing this all the time...so I know he's not going to die. But do I need to rush to an ER or can I wait for the doctor to eat lunch? I call my husband to see if he knows. (Rhett is still blowing) Of course, he doesn't answer. I hang up, tell the girls to finish their popsicles because we are going to the doctor. As I spin in circles wondering what to do first, Rhett yells, happily, "It's right there!" I look down and there, at his feet, is a tiny green bead, covered in snot. Whew. That was a close one. If you looked at him right now, you'd never know he was in the middle of a traumatic meltdown just 5 minutes ago. I'm glad we didn't have to go to the doctor and have some nasty probe shoved up Rhett's nostril, because you just know I would have had to hold him down. Yes, I am definitely relieved...and I think I'll just leave that "Why?" alone for now.

Gambling

I am sitting in the living room, watching my husband teach my children how to play poker. Reese delightedly tells me, "Momma, we are gambling!" I say, sort of jokingly, "You know, I don't think God likes for us to gamble." Avery responds with, "But I'm really good at it!"

Ok, so I know I need to spend a little more time on the importance of God's rules, but I must admit, I find it hilariously adorable when Avery holds up her hands and says "Whoa, I'm out...you got me this time," as if she knows what she is doing.

Avery's Birthday

I'm so behind...on the blog, in my scrapbooks, and in life in general. I just downloaded pictures off of my camera. There were 160. I realized, after downloading and beginning to edit, that I never acknowledged or posted pictures of Avery's birthday, which was on May 20th. Better late than never, I guess! Happy 7th, Baby Girl!

Her actual birthday was a Thursday. We invited a couple of friends over after school and we ordered pizza and played in the water. She said it was one of the best parties ever - and it didn't cost me a dime, except for the pizza!

Her "real" party was on Saturday, at Grammy's (in Oklahoma). We had planned to go to Great Wolf Lodge for the weekend, but somehow, Grammy's was mentioned. We gave Avery the option and she didn't hesitate before shouting, "GRAMMY'S!" She also said the only present she wanted for her birthday was to get to sleep with Grammy. I'm not going to expect this kind of low maintenance birthday forever, but I sure am happy about it for now!

Here are a few pics from the weekend in Oklahoma:

It was a pretty typical backyard birthday party...she had presents...

and cake....

and frog and turtle races...

(FYI-the frog won)!

They had a water balloon fight...

...and when the water balloons ran out, Aunt La La drenched them!

Spending her birthday with her cousins was exactly what she wanted. She had the best time! When we woke up on Sunday, she almost cried when she realized we had to go home. Her daddy told her we could stay later than usual, and Auntie Em and I decided to help the kids have a lemonade stand.

Here are the kids, waiting for the signs, which I was in charge of.

The big kids all had jobs. Avery and JD were in charge of pouring lemonade, Reese and Macy were in charge of the money. That left Big Tuna with no job. He was a little sad until Uncle Josh and Daddy came up with the idea to put him in a sandwich board and have him walk up and down the driveway, advertising the stand.

I made the lemon signs and Josh taped them to a Bud Light box (always classy!). We tied the lemons together with twine and voila!

How stinking cute is that?

Looking at this makes me want to have a lemonade stand in the front yard right now. Let me just go empty this Bud Light box real quick......

Why We Need Our Own Pool

I took Reese and Rhett to the neighborhood pool today since Avery is having a campout in the library at school. (I don't think Avery will think it was a fair comparison, but I do the best I can.)
Anyway, taking them to the pool isn't relaxing. They are doing better with their floaties this year, but we're not at the point where I am just lying by the pool, reading a magazine. I'm in the water with them, swimming, most of the time. Today, after letting them jump to me 432 times, I suggested that they swim with me so I could get some laps in. After letting Reese "ride" for a while, it was Rhett's turn. He hadn't been on 3 seconds, when he started screaming "A WHALE! I'M RIDING A WHALE!" He didn't say it once. Or twice. It was constant, the entire time he was on my back. I froze for a second, then tried to play it cool. I knew if I stopped, all the spectators would know that I thought I was a whale. Going along with it, I think, conveys the message that I'm completely comfortable with my body and am totally fine with my son screaming that I'm a whale. Still, I stayed under as long as I could before I had to come up for air. Luckily the pool wasn't as crowded as it normally is, but the walk of shame to my bag was still quite, well, shameful.
We need our own pool.

Times Have Changed

The Baby Doctor

What kid doesn't like to hear the story about the day they were born? Avery has always asked me questions about what it was like when she was a baby, but tonight was the first time Reese has asked about the day she was born. I started telling her how excited we were to finally meet her, but then how the doctor came in and said there was something wrong. I told her how he said we have to get her out NOW. I told her how a bunch of nurses came in and how they were all preparing me to have a baby with some sort of problem. And I told her that they sent in a bunch of baby doctors to take care of her as soon as she came out.
The minute I said "baby doctors," Reese got tickled. Avery wanted me to tell the rest of the story, but Reese kept interrupting, saying, "I can't believe they had baby doctors there!" I thought she was just fascinated that she was the center of such a big ordeal. At least that's what I thought until about 10 minutes ago, when she held up her hands to indicate a small sized person and said "Mom, were those doctors like this big?' She honestly thought I meant the doctors were babies. Not a doctor FOR babies, but that the baby doctors were actually babies who were doctors.
No wonder she was so tickled...who wouldn't laugh at that?
Thank you Reesie...from now on, when I remember the day you were born, instead of feeling panicked and seeing a gazillion health care professionals staring at me, waiting to deliver a sick child, I will always see that delivery room full of little tiny babies, standing around wearing scrubs and lab coats, as their stethoscopes drag the ground!

The Good, The Bad, and The Adorable

I'll start with the bad, just to get it out of the way. Luckily, there hasn't been much bad about the last 3 weeks. In fact, I've been busy having so much fun, I haven't had a chance to sit down and record it all...but I've got to keep up with this. This blog is my only chance at remembering our life, as my memory is pretty much worthless. So, here goes - I'll try to sum up the past three weeks as quickly and painlessly as possible.
So, on to the bad news: My mom came to visit on her birthday, May 5. That's not the bad news. In fact, we were so stinking excited for her to get here, I'm not sure any of us slept in the days preceding her visit. The bad news is this: The day she got here - HER BIRTHDAY - she parked in front of our house. We had just gotten home from picking Avery up from school, having a frozen yogurt in honor of GRAMMY'S BIRTHDAY and were home in the backyard. The kids were playing in the water and Grammy and I were preparing for a celebratory BIRTHDAY beer in the backyard. I ran inside to get something and heard a loud CRASH! My very first thought was "Oh no, not Mom's truck. Not Mom's truck." Guess what? It was Mom's truck. The lady in this car:

swerved over to the wrong side of the street and hit my mom's truck head on. She supposedly fell asleep, but considering she had to turn onto our street 2 blocks earlier, we suspect some texting/phoning could have been going on. Either way, she slammed Mom's truck and totaled her own car. Lucky for us, no one was in Mom's truck and it wasn't totaled. It is, however, in a shop here in Frisco as we speak. And Mom had to rent a car to drive back to Oklahoma. And it was a huge hassle on her first two days here. And did I mention she was here to celebrate her BIRTHDAY? Some celebration. But again, we are so thankful it wasn't any worse than it was and we were able to move on from this and have several great days while she was here.

I think that's all I have for the bad section of this post. Aren't we lucky? I had a minor scare at the dermatologist, when they sent me an email which led me to panic and think I had gotten bad results back from a mole biopsy, but it was a mistake and all is good.

Now, on to the Good section:
There are many, many things I could post here...probably the most fun we had while Mom was here was our shopping day on Friday. Retail therapy is an amazing thing, isn't it? We came home completely energized, excited and not at all thinking about Mom's wrecked truck out front. I wish I had thought to take pictures of the style show we had when we got home, but I was too excited about all the clothes and shoes my Mommy bought me to think of a camera. Let's just say hearing my mom say (several times, I may add), "Just get it...I'm buying" totally rocked. I haven't gone anywhere to wear any of my cute stuff, but that hasn't stopped me from trying it all on several times since she left!

I hate to say that I had more fun shopping than I had celebrating my sweet baby boy's 3rd birthday - they were equally special and fun. Let's just consider them the same on the Good list. I should probably include the fact that I didn't write Rhett a special birthday post on the bad list...but I promise, I will make it up to him somehow.

He didn't seem to notice - he got all he wanted and then some. I can't believe he's already 3. I think I'm putting it out of my mind so I don't have to think about the fact that I no longer have any babies and that they are growing up way too fast. Should this be in the bad section if I'm about to cry? Nah, I guess it's all good. Bittersweet, but mostly good.

Here's one of the best things on the Good list:
I always put up some decorations on the kids birthdays. I always do it the night before, so they wake up to decorations. Since we celebrated Rhett's birthday with Grammy on Friday, I told Aaron to remind me to decorate on Saturday night. But guess what (Bad section again)? I was so tired Saturday night, that I forgot to decorate.
Lucky for me, and especially for Rhett, I have a husband who takes care of things when I fall short. He woke up early on Sunday morning, and saw that I had forgotten to decorate. He knew that I would be upset if Rhett woke up without decorations, but as he put it, he was in a "Catch 22" because he didn't want to wake me up early on Mother's Day. So this is what happened.
I woke up to this sign on the inside of my bedroom door.


Aaron wrote the top part. Avery wrote "If you come out" and drew a fist. As if she would punch me if we came out. What a lovely sentiment to write for your mother on Mother's Day. I thought it was precious - and so her.

When they got back, we found out they had been out getting breakfast. And I was allowed to come out of my room. And I saw curly ribbon on the light and these:


Aaron wrote them and he is mortified that I took pictures of his handwriting. He said it looks like a 3rd grader wrote them. But let's be honest - how many grown men are good at bubble letters? He just tried to do what he thought I would have done. It was the sweetest, most romantic thing he's done for me in a long, long time and I'll never forget it. (Well, I probably will forget, but that's why I have it recorded here!)

Ok, clearly, we've had lots of good things happening. I will finish up with The Adorable:


Here is Reese, modeling an outfit that Grammy purchased for her. Yes, you are seeing this correctly. The baby doll's clothes are identical. On our shopping extravaganza we found an adorable marketplace that had a shop with adorable little girls' clothes and each outfit had a matching doll-sized outfit. The doll clothes are actually made for an American Girl sized doll, but thankfully, Reese hasn't caught on to the AG trend so we're just using it on our regular old baby doll. Frankly, she didn't care about the doll outfit, but my mom and I just had to have it. How could we not?

Ok, that's it for now...I'll try not to wait so long between posts so that you aren't forced to read a novel every 2-3 weeks. Happy Monday! :)

Next Top Model

When I ask to take Avery's picture, I have to force her to smile. I can't catch Rhett long enough to get a good one. But Reese? Ah, sweet Reesie...she loooooooves to have her picture taken. In fact, all I have to do is hold up a camera and say "Say Cheese!" and this is what I get:

Somebody call Tyra!

How Do I Keep a Straight Face?

Reese has a dentist appointment this morning. It's just for a regular check-up and cleaning, but the last time we were there, the dentist told her that, if she didn't stop sucking her fingers, we'd have to put a mouth guard in. We've tried everything: threats, bribes, wearing a glove on one hand, appealing to her vanity and explaining what it does to her teeth, etc. Nothing works. I'm afraid the mouth guard is inevitable. Probably not today, but I bet he suggests it today. Aaron and I discussed it last night, just wondering how much something like that costs. We thought we were talking privately, but apparently not.
I reminded Reese this morning that we had a dentist appointment and she started sobbing and sucking her fingers. I said "You love the dentist. Why are you crying?" She could barely get these words out: "I don't want a lifeguard in my mouth!"
How am I NOT supposed to laugh at that? I had to hug her and bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Let's all cross our fingers that the "lifeguard" isn't necessary and if it is necessary, that it's not a gazillion dollars. Thanks!

Do NOT Trust This Face

Look very carefully at this face. Behind that sweet smile and those angelic blue eyes is a mischevious little monster. He is running me ragged lately and seems to take great pleasure in doing so. I had to run after him for a good 5 minutes, even getting his sisters involved in the chase to get this picture of him. This is what I kept getting:




You wanna know what finally got him to stop? I told him he could look at the camera and say "TOOTIE!"
Any potty words will stop him in his tracks. In fact, here is a conversation that proves everything I've said thus far:

Rhett: Mom, I wuff you.
Mom: I love you too, Baby.
Rhett: And I wuff Daddy. And Avery. And Reesie.
Mom: We all love you too.
Rhett: AND I WUFF POOP!

He risks this, knowing he will be in trouble and have to sit in time out for talking about poop when nobody is pooping, needs to poop or just pooped. Poop is an off limits topic in general conversation around here and he knows it. And he doesn't care. It's worth it to him. He'd sit in time out all day if he could yell about poop and tee-tee and booties and toots. Yep, he's running me ragged. And I love every minute of it!

Post 2

Our hot water tank broke last night. Even the valve that shuts off the hot water broke in Aaron's hand when he tried to turn it off. At one point, we had our garden hose running up to the attic (where the tank is) and out the back door to drain into the yard instead of into our closet vent, which was where it all began.
Besides the fact that we have no water at all this morning and I have a dentist appointment at 1:00, which means I go to the dentist wearing a ball cap because I can't shower, I've been pretty upbeat through the whole thing. This morning, I actually amazed myself with my own ingenuity - I had to go to the bathroom. I mean really go to the bathroom. I mean...well, you probably get it. And I have neighborhood friends, but I just don't know how to call them and ask if I can come over and USE their bathroom, if you know what I mean (I think we have established that you know what I mean). So, you know what I did? I went to our neighbor's and filled up a bucket with water from their hose. And used that bucket of water to flush the toilet. I considered filling it up again and again, heating it on the stove and filling the bathtub with water so I could at least be clean at the dentist today. But then I woke up from that daydream, realized I wasn't Laura Ingalls, and threw on the ballcap. The dentist can just smell me all afternoon...that's what he gets for charging me $1200 to torture me by grinding down my tooth and putting a new crown on!
Monday rocks!!!!

If I Were President...

I found this in Avery's notebook this weekend. In case you aren't well versed in first grade writing, I'll translate, based on how she explained them to me.





If I were president, I would "I want everyone well." (This is kind of a Miss America answer, don't you think? "I wish for world peace.")
I would also "Sleep with my mom every night." (Do you think President Obama ever wished for this when he was a kid?)
But I would not "forget about Mrs. Seddighi." (Her teacher)
One thing I would change would be "we could stay home." (That's my honor student!)
I would never want to change "Keep this playground." (Again with the academic avoidance.)

I love that her teacher wrote "You make me smile." That's exactly what I thought when I read it - especially since she's bald in her self-portrait. I guess even a 6-year-old recognizes the stress of the presidency!

And your name is?

Rhett found a friend at the playground today. As the little boy started to leave, Rhett chased after him. I had to go after him to make sure he didn't leave with his new friend. I said "Rhett, where do you think you are going?" He responded, "Wis my friend. I play wis my friend." I asked him what the little boy's name is and Rhett said, "He name is....he name is....he name is...Brown Boy."

Brown Boy. I've never met someone named Brown Boy, have you? This particular child was technically brown but I feel certain that's not what his parents call him. I also hope that Rhett doesn't walk up to other kids and say things like, "Hey Brown Boy! You play wis me?"

Goofballs!

I have no idea why, but the girls have taken to wearing Rhett's pajamas to bed. It's not really as noticeable on Reese and Rhett, but how Avery is able to sleep comfortably in them is beyond me.