Siblings

Believe me there are many moments throughout the day that I must pray for the strength to not pull my hair out.  But I am also blessed to witness sweet moments shared by our kiddos, and it gives me hope for the future that they will grow to love each other more.

The kids tend to think of this sofa as the perfect wrestling spot.  All 3 of them together.  Josh and I are ok with that as long as it doesn't involve poking the sofa or each other with sharp pencils or something.  Isn't that the fear with leather?  I'm just dreading the day when I hear a popping noise and "Umm, Mom..."  Pick your poison with young kids. Either you're worried about stains or sharp objects.

Chillaxing in front of the tube.

You couldn't pay me to play in a wet, cold sandbox, but none of the appeal is lost on this crowd.  They love it.  Even sitting in it.

Bike riders extraordinaire.  I realize the matching sweatshirts are a bit much, but they were given to us and this way they're a walking Christmas party.

Not to be outdone, Wren sits on her bike.  Now if only she can figure out how to make it move out of the grass.

Howie and Justy are super into coloring.  I also wanted to show that the old man skinny pants have moved onto the next child- Howie once made a splash in these and now Justy is carrying the banner.  The ladies in the nursery thought he was dashing.