Just like our dad

A couple of years ago I saw this idea on pinterest and it became one of the very few things I actually do that I pinned.

It probably should go on that site where people make fun of peoples pinterest fails because it's so dang yellow but that's what I get for a picture in my living room.  Little can you tell that Blake was balling his eyes out for this group photo (see pic below) and I had to crop his single picture into it to make it work.  haha! And little do you know that I'm yelling at my kids from behind the camera to smile or I'll kick their butts.  Ya know, normal day at our house. 

Poor Blake has a mean mom that makes him get his picture taken.  I even let him be the hunter which is his fav.  If anyone should be crying it's Tyson. Happy fathers day Bryan! (he wouldn't let me get a photo with all the boys.  you win some you loose some.) 

Redneck water slide

Our good friends rented out the redneck water slide last week and invited us to come along. I was worried all of my boys would wuss out but they went right up the hill when we got there. Cade is a highway protrolmen so they pulled out the radar gun and started clocking how fast they were going. Bryan's fastest was 31 mph- Tyson got to 22 mph. I was happy to be clicking pictures at the bottom. :) they has a smaller slide that Stockton went down like 50 times. He went down the big one twice and Brett went with Bryan once and was done. I hope we can go again. My kids are still talking about it. 

Bryan's in the back. 

Fishing

Bryan has taken my boys fishing a few times this year but I haven't been until the other day. We officially caught two fish but had a lot more in the line. I of course spent my time taking pictures. 

Blake's new punishment is me taking his picture. I get pics like the one above. 

Ty caught the first fish. He had another HUGE one on the line. Like 8 in wide and like two feet long.  (It was a sucker fish) but the line broke when I tried to help him. I still feel bad we couldn't reel that one up. 

Bryan let the tail flap in his face. This one was a brown trout. 

Poor Ty and Bryan were allergic to the weeds. You can see it in his eyes. He couldn't stop rubbing them. 

overload

my poor computer is overloaded with pictures.  Oh well.  =)  

Blake loves playing badminton.  

My best friend Sannette.  

Swinging like a big boy

You can see me in his glasses.  

Stock is always drawing with chalk.  Always.  Which I don't mind.  We even work on writing letters sometimes.  But his love for chalk has turned into a love of drawing with crayons all over my house.  Doors, walls, floors, beds, toys.  Ugh.  That was a ruff day.

Daddy's helper. Every single one of my boys at this age LOVED to help Bryan with the lawn then they grow out of it.  What will happen to poor Bryan when Brett grows out of it?

Davy Crocket drawing on my driveway. 

My big helper with my garden. He planted spinach and Ty did carrots.  I was hoping they would help take care of their own plants more but it's been me in the end. It was a good thought. 

This kid loves his stuffed animals. 

Crazy hail storm we had a few weeks ago. 

Memorial day:

We named our little Brett after our friend whose mom died a little while ago. We try to go visit her grave every year. 

My Grandpa

My great grandma was named Martha Jenkins.  She was pregnant with her 4th child when my Grandpa (her youngest) was only 5.  She was having problems with her pregnancy and was very worried about it.  She wanted to be home with her boys for Christmas.  She had three boys.  Dec. 30th 1930 she went up to the hospital and just balled as she hugged her boys goodbye.  Like she knew something was going to happen.  She died that day along with her baby girl.  My grandpa doesn't remember his sweet mother.  He remembers her viewing being in the front living room of his house and trying to open her eyes and kissing her on the cheek.  I'm not sure why this story just really strikes a cord in me and always makes me cry.  I guess it's because I'm always so scared something will happen to me to take me away from my boys.  I started a few years ago to bring Grandma Martha flowers on memorial day.  A mom of all boys deserves pretty flowers.  I hope she doesn't mind Brett and Kiya sitting on her grave.  When I do die someday as of today I want to see my Grandpa Pack, my uncle Dan then Martha.  I hope she got to watch her boys grow up.

My three little boys and I drove over to Wellsville to watch the wellsville mile.  Sannette got to ride her bike with the 5th grade girls.  It made me tear up a bit when she crossed the finish line and all these people were cheering for her.  What a angel.

Seriously this kid and his toys.  His favorites are his cat, dogs, mickey and tigger to name a few.

Some days I'm a cool mom.  This day I felt bad for screaming at them all the way home from a restaurant we had eaten at where they were HORRIBLE.  I mean HORRIBLE.  They were screaming and making a mess and it was the worst.  Bryan was out of town. I seriously can't take them anywhere and it was a helpless feeling. They are boys and crazy at home but for some reason the last few weeks are horrible when I take them out and about.  Anyway I felt bad for having a little freak out and so I did a volcano for them.  They loved it! So doing it again.  The volcano, hopefully not the freak out.