Series of shots of Luke...the kid smiles so much...he is one sweet baby!



The other two happy boys of the house...maybe a touch ornery, but sweet all the same.


Two pretty cute guys...




BROTHERS! And, yes, after 5 months, we have finally convinced Isaac that Luke is, indeed, his brother (and staying!).

What a doll...

Proof

I just wanted to prove to you (and myself) that Luke does wear something besides sleepers. Granted, this is probably only the 4th time in the 21 weeks since he was born that I've put him in something besides a sleeper outfit. Poor 3rd child...it's just that they are so easy and warm. But, dang, he does look cute in real clothes, too, doesn't he??

*HEART* *HEART* I'm in love *HEART* *HEART*

Probably I should be telling you how madly in love with my husband but here's the truth: the boys are giving him a run for his money. The twins are pretty high up there on the list of people I am madly in love with and Luke is REALLY high (he just doesn't throw total meltdowns yet!). But, tonight, all the males in my life could possibly have been surpassed on my "I love you more than life itself" list.

Have you been to the new Hy-vee in Manhattan recently? Oh.My.Gosh. It is gorgeous. It has everything in a store that a girl could think of and want. I won't embarrass myself by telling you how much money we dropped in there tonight. And, it wasn't b/c the prices were high; it's b/c we couldn't resist the temptation. The produce is gorgeous, the meat, oh, man, I did NOT know if I was going to be able to tear Jereme away from the beautiful and fresh King crab legs, the thick, scrumptious looking steaks. Hy-vee, I am yours 'til death do us part. Ok, of COURSE, I will still support my local grocery store. I'll do it, I'll keep my $$$ local, but that doesn't mean I won't occassionally stray...what can I say, I am a grocery-store adultress.

By they way, all around awesome trip to Manhattan. Luke and I shopped Hobby Lobby while the twins and Jereme went to Home Depot. One of the best Hobby Lobby's I've ever been in. We also hit McAllister's and then Cold Stone Creamery. What can I say?? Manhattan truly is God's Country...

I feel special...

Isaac and I were cuddling this afternoon and this is the conversation:

Isaac, Mommy loves you!
I love Daddy.
Who else do you love?
Poppa and Mimi.
Who else?
Mimi Marcia.
Who else?
Mimi Betty.
Who else?
Poppa and Mimi's house.
Who else?
Mimi Catherine.
Who else?
Ummmmmmm, Taylor.
Who else?
Ummmmmmm, Luker.
Who else?
Bubba.
Who else?
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Auntie.
Who else?
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Elmo.
Who else?
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Lightening McQueen Car.
Who else?
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
What about mommy, do you love mommy?
NO NEVER!

Warning: Gross story...

Last night, I was working with Luke on eating his solids. Well, you all know how babies like to spit out most of it in those early days of learning to eat. Jorden and Isaac wanted to watch me feed Luke this time as normally they are too busy running around naked, dumping gallons of water in the basement or whatever else to pay any attention. The boys had just finished their supper so I said, okay. I feed one bite to Luke. Luke spits most of it out. Isaac gets red in the face and gags a little. I say, hey buddy, it's okay, this is just how babies learn to eat. I tell him maybe he shouldn't watch. He says, "no momma, I watch Luker (his name for Luke) eat."

At this point, you can probably see where this is going. But, like a fool, I didn't. I feed Luke another bite. Isaac immediately begins gagging when Luke spits it out and this time proceeds to projectile vomit about 4 times. Unfortunately, Jorden was standing about 18 inches from Isaac and got hit sqaure on his chest and stomach by the puke. Jorden looks down, looks up and promptly projectile vomits everywhere, too.

I would've gotten a picture for you if I hadn't been trying so hard to not wet my pants as I was laughing hysterically. Jereme, on the other hand, didn't find it quite as funny. Ah, these are the days...

By the way, this morning as I was getting ready to feed Luke again, I say to the boys, you better go find something to do b/c I am going to feed Luke. Isaac says, "yea, momma, I no want to 'pill my carrots from last night again". I love it!

New playhouse from Poppa and Mimi...



Unfinished basement playroom which strongly resembles a daycare...

Jereme getting his workout...both boys weighing in about 35 lbs




Luke trying out cereal for the first time



You just never know what might be going on around here...


Leaving you with a smile from sweet boy...

Wow!

How did a month get away from me without updating the blog? Oh wait, let me think about that for a few seconds...what have we been doing? I am sure there is some good reason...wait, it's coming to me...oh that's right...how could I forget...WE MOVED! Yes, again! Although, we are sincerely hoping and praying this is our long-term move.

Took the boys to the KSU game last night. I know this sounds insane but it is WAY easier to take 3 boys to the ball games (football and b-ball) this year than it was to take just the twins last year. They have grown up so much this past year. Isaac made 4 laps around the concorse tonight. Jorden needs to step it up as he only got 3 laps in before we left. Luke was perfect, of course! And, I had the pleasure, at one point in the evening, of dueling poopers in the stadium bathrooms. That's an experience that everyone should get to enjoy.

I hope to get back in the habit of blogging. The boys are hysterical right now with the things they do and say. Isaac's favorite new word? Never. That's right, never. Such as "never tell me no, mommy", "never do that, Bubba", "never make me take nap, mommy", "never get the 'pankin 'poon, mommy" (did you catch that one?). He says it with such conviction that it is mighty difficult to maintain a straight face. And, Jorden, oh sweet, stubborn, becoming increasingly defiant Jorden loves to repeat his momma. Bonner is now referred to as "that idiot dog" by that little boy after his momma hollered that at him when he ran off at our new house. Seriously, though, it could've been a lot worse than that considering the recent weeks...guess I am thankful that's the phrase he chose to repeat as opposed to the many others that have been uttered around here.

I'll leave you with some pictures from the past few weeks. I'll write it out in black-and-white now b/c I will attempt to seriously repress the move week somewhere deep in to the recesses of my mind. Hopefully, it will get tucked away with things like the insanity of the first weeks of life with twins, breastfeeding, latrine duty at Girl Scout camp and other items that I try to forget. Let's just say with 12-14 inches of snow, artic cold air and three sick children, move week is now fondly referred to as the move from hell.

Move Day! We were waiting for the semi to arrive that morning!





This could be my new best friend...he came over and played with the boys for 1.5 hours while I worked in garage.


Happiest baby!







Tickle, tickle... (or maybe that is strangle, strangle??)

I swear he gets it from his father.