Sharp

These guys were looking sharp on Easter morning.  For some reason my lovely computer isn't remembering any others that I downloaded, but boy am I thankful this one was saved on my desktop.  I am amazed that they are all looking at me AND smiling at the same time--PRICELESS :)
Easter is such a fabulous day to celebrate the resurrection of Christ--talk about priceless.  We enjoyed a morning hunt for a variety of eggs--candy filled, hard-boiled and resurrection eggs.  Church was special and the day poignant, being that a young mother in our ward had just passed away the week prior.  Eggs ala Goldenrod was the special meal that we feasted on when we got home and the rest...well, the rest is history.

Lately

It reached high 70s maybe 80s a few weeks ago and everyone HAD to go swimming it was SOOO hot :)  Oshyn was so proud he could swim the length of the pool under water without a breath (and he did it 2 1/2 times!)  Speaking of swimming, Tyce started lessons end of March and is doing awesome "getting the wall" or Miss Julie's hand, and floating.  He says "wimming"!  I love ISR in case I haven't told you yet!

The boys are still amped on playing tag at the park every chance we get.  Tyce even says "TAG!"  One of my favorite parts is when they get so excited when I'm IT and start singing radio songs as they are trying to be tricky.  I like to hear and laugh about what they think the words to songs really are.  Good stuff.

Oshyn informed me that about 5 girls were chasing him on the playground the other day (they will remain nameless).  He said to me "C-R-U-S-H...that's all I'm going to say!"  Five girls trying to swoon my nearly 7 year old!  They'll never catch him, he's too fast :)  I hope! (Since I wrote this, the situation has turned into quite a daily ordeal--I'm not a fan, but thankful he tells me all about it).  He is starting to resist hugs and kisses at times, but still wants to live next door to us when he grows up.  Yay.

I fell down running (again) and hurt my knee.  I winced a bit when we were riding bikes to school today.  Oshyn said I needed to "shake it off".  Ha!  I took his advice and its feeling much better.

Cruz prayed that his brains would turn into mashed potato head.  And a few days prior, he called the "umpire" in baseball a "vampire".  It took me a while to get what he was talking about--then it suddenly clicked!  Even funnier, he wasn't talking about the umpire--he actually meant the catcher :)  I love that kids brains.  Hope that they don't turn into any kind of potato!

Tyce is a crazy funny talker guy.  He says "Hi" to EVERYONE in every store or place we happen to be.  He makes a lot of people smile which is wonderful.  At all of the boys games, he cruises up and down the parents saying hi and asking them to hold him--"Up! Up! Up!"  Then he laughs with them shows them his teeth "tee" or puts his finger up his nose and says "nose".  Once he's made sure they have offered him a snack or drink, he makes his way to another parent.  Again, he makes people smile and laugh.  He's recently started calling buttons (like on phones or keys--unlock/lock) "butt".  I'm just waiting for the older guys to notice--might make for some interesting games.

Life is good.  Busy and crazy, but I can't imagine or would I want it any other way.

Root for Oshyn

Oshyn has been REALLY into baseball this year, so I wasn't surprised when we he requested a baseball cake.  I already did a bat and ball deal with Cruz last year, so I went for the diamond this time around.  Very characteristic of Oshyn, it was "THE BEST CAKE EVER!!!"  He sure knows how to make me feel good.  We had some friends and cousins over for a baseball game and outdoor picnic--complete with peanuts and cracker jacks.  He was thrilled and one satisfied seven year old.  It was a beautiful day and only the 2nd out of 7 birthdays that was actually sunny.  Perfect for a ball game.

7

What a rough way to spend your birthday--on the slopes!!  True to form, Oshyn woke up saying, "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SEVEN! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SEVEN!"  He is the definition of excitement bottled up into a little body.  To be honest, I can't believe he's seven either.  Where does the time go? Yet it is harder to believe that prior to seven years ago, no one called me Mommy.  I don't want to go back.  Can't wait to see what this year will bring for O.

Football guy

Ask the boy if he wants to throw the ball around and you may just get a full on football player coming out to greet you.  

Indigo (aka Sharks)

Cruz had his first soccer game--after the first 2 being cancelled due to rain, rain and more rain.  He was crying at home before it started because he suddenly didn't want to play.  Then like a little miracle worker, Oshyn took him outside to practice for a few minutes, let Cruz beat him over exaggerating-ly and then said "Cruz--are you going to beat the other team like you just beat me?!?"  Cruz said "Yeah!" and then behind his back, Oshyn gave Beau a thumbs up (like--Dad it worked!)  Cruz then went on to score two goals and had a blast.  We were dumbfounded, but happy.  The only thing that stopped him was a generous mom that shared gatorade with him.  He drank too much and had a stomach ache every time he tried to run after that.  You can only ask for so much :)

When Cruz first got his uniform (a blue shirt) he said he wanted his team to be named "Indigo"--what 3 year old says that?!  Anyways names have evolved and by the time they actually had a game, he told me the name was "Sharks".  So the whole game Beau and I were yelling "GO SHARKS!"  When the game was over the coach got the team together and asked if they wanted to be called "Sharks".  They thought that was a great idea :)  

Thanks Cruz.

Artichokes

and kids.  Nothin' better.

He-man Woman-likers Club

The big boys are super into forts and club houses.  We have finagled what we can in our back yard with some wood and towels and they are satisfied.  They are fence climbers and give our neighbors heart attack scares when they sit on top of the little shed.  Sometimes all I hear is my front door opening and closing.  Not ever going out but always coming in.  They hop the fence, shimmy down the outside and then come inside and start over.

I had to laugh on spring break when Oshyn was a bit bored and he was trying to think of things to do.  He was heading up the stairs to my room with a rope in hand when I asked him what he was doing?  He said he was going to loop the rope around my bed and climb out my window.  I told him that repelling from our 2nd story wasn't going to happen, especially not with that skinny rope.  He got grumpy and said, "I never get to do anything I want to do!"  That is where I laughed.  Seriously--I have to say 'No' somewhere along the line!

Busy Boy

Tyce is turning into a little comedian/jokster.  He has a small, yet growing vocabulary and knows how to use it.  He bit Beau's toe the other day and said, "Owie!"  Occasionally when we kiss him he'll say "Owie" too and then smiles.  Tyce has just learned to say "Pepe" which is what my kids call my good friend Stephanie.  I was trying to have him say "Mama" the other day and he just kept laughing and saying "Pepe!"  So funny to see his little sense of humor emerging.  A much needed quality in this house!  He continues to carry the stool around the house and get up whenever he deems it necessary & as I type this, he has unrolled an entire roll of TP
(the things we let slide as we are trying to
document our lives).  He keeps me just a tad busy!

Speed Racer

The 442 Red Speed racer bike is my new best friend.  A few Saturdays ago, Beau had Cruz try Oshyn's big bike to see how he'd do.  Well, he rocked it and we've never looked back.  We had this great little (big little) red bike that our neighbor gave us a while back that Cruz has started riding.  Funny that O and C are riding the same size bike!  The crying that occasionally accompanied bike riding with Cruz has disappeared.  It makes perfect sense now.  He was peddling his little blue bike about 10 times as fast and going almost no where.  Talk about frustrating!  Now he stands up, rides jumps, does tricks, asks O if he wants to ride bikes, can go on bike/runs with Daddy or Mommy (and rode 4 miles on Saturday!).  I can't tell you how happy I am that he is enjoying it.  All it took was a 16 inch tire on the 442 bike.  The only downer is that he looks like such a big kid riding it.  I keep telling them not to grow, but they're not listening.