This is what eight looks like

Scraggly haired and all.  Rest assured, that mangy mess on top of his head will soon be cut.  I can barely stand it anymore.  I'm glad for his upcoming baptism to give us an excuse to cut it, but honestly, do you really need an excuse to cut it when it looks like that?

I have just a few minutes to post on, this, Ty's birthday.  But post I must, as Reese received a post on her birthday just 8 days ago.  They will compare notes later on in life, if not now, so I'd better get this up.  Sleeping is overrated anyway.

Ty's morning started early so we could all make it to Denny's for a birthday breakfast together.  Our evening promised too busy for our traditional birthday meal to play out.  So breakfast it was.  He gulped down three chocolate chip pancakes while we talked about his day of day's (that's for you Grandma Patsy).  Afterwards, Kyle whisked him off to school 5 minutes before it was to begin.  Reese and I dropped cupcakes later that afternoon.  We greeted him after school with balloons.  He had two friends over.  We jumped in the car to head nearly and hours distance away for Jaden's soccer game.  Then we arrived back home just in time for Kyle to complete the finishing touches for the unveiling of Ty's updated bedroom.  He was kicked out of his room for three days during the process.  And we ended the night with chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream.  You are loved Ty Guy!

Over spring break Ty got to take his buddies to see a 3-D movie (my least favorite way to view a movie).  The boys sure dug those glasses.  It wasn't until we took these pictures that we realized Rohan was wearing my adult size glasses and I his child size.

I'll surely have to follow up with this post to add my favorite things about Ty.  So, to be continued . . .

Reese is four today!

I love these dimples.  I can't believe this girl is four.  And she looks more like a girl, less like a baby.  Her face is thinning, her sentences complete.  Her opinions are well known.  She colors inside the lines.  Her body unrecognizably long when lying horizontal in the bathtub.  Her position in the family defined: she is the favorite . . . of all of ours.  We've actually voted.  Her aspirations?  To be a doctor-mom.  Her best friend is named Chloe.  Chocolate milk every morning.  Every night a scratch-back, song, fan on and door shut, wrapped in her pink blanket.  A tattletale of sorts, especially when it involves her siblings.  Always gets the benefit of the doubt in our family.  Never wants her dad to go to work.  Best at clearing her dishes.  Won't let a dinner go by without our reciting "rose and thorns" of the day.  Still slightly nervous around our dog Tex.  Maintains her duck-like bark every time she coughs.  It turns heads.  Continues to be the ham in the family.  No one's competing with her.  Bossy has a pretty good chance of being the characteristic we'll most likely have to reign in this year.  She's the perfect caboose for our family.  And she plays that part well what with being hauled around town to everyone's activities, of which none are hers.  It's par for the course, Reese, but you sure make it easy on us and more enjoyable too.

We love you Reesey Belle!

Apparently, they read each others minds because there was not a thing said out loud about this pic turning silly.  Kyle and I hadn't a clue, obviously.