What To Write?

I was looking through all the different notes I have on my phone in my notebook section. I love this section by the way. It's perfect for making lists, and if you know me at all, you should know that I love a good list. So I was looking through my lists when I found my list of different blog posts I wanted to write. Ideas that came to me, as they happened, that I just typed into my phone. Looking at this list now, they are all kind of outdated. They're all from the summer, and one of them isn't even how it is anymore (it involves the moving around of furniture and bedrooms and such).

I had thought about using this week to actually write and post these ideas, but now I'm not so sure I feel like it anymore. You see, it got really cold this week. Really cold. Like, it was 25 degrees yesterday morning when Zeke left for school, cold. I had been hoping against hope that the warm weather and sunshine we were having would have lasted part of the way through October, but my hopes were dashed on Sunday when it SNOWED. Not a major snow, mind you, but still, white stuff was falling from the sky for a few hours of the day on Sunday, making me a little bit sad (and a little bit tired) that winter is so rapidly approaching now. At least the boys were excited. Zeke's been waiting for it to snow so that we can start making fires in the fireplace again. Which we did on Sunday, because really, who doesn't love a good fire?

It's a good thing I had Josh get out all of our winter gear from last season (I said "last year" to my friend on the phone today and she reminded me that it was actually the earlier part of "this year" that we still had snow and it's only been a few months that it's been gone...thank you friend). Deacon is all set for when it does actually snow. He still fits in his pants and coat, as well as Zeke's boots. All I need to do is finish his hat and find him some gloves. Zeke still fits in his coat. His pants fit, but are sort of snug. I think this will help keep him warm, if there's no room for air to move around or something. Josh thinks he should get bigger pants. He also needs boots and gloves, assuming I can find them. I did finish his hat late Sunday night so he'd have it for school. It's a pretty sweet hat, and once I get Deacon's finished I'll post something about them.

In the meantime, as I try to decide what to do about those other posts, I'll leave you with a picture of Deacon, all ready for the snow to come:

Because It's Too Cute Not To Share

Last week, I was talking with one of the other moms from Zeke's class, and she was saying how she was getting her new stove installed on Friday, and would probably have to keep her little boy home from school because she wouldn't be able to leave her house to pick him up once the installation guy got there. Being ever so generous, I volunteered to pick him up and bring him home, since I was going to be picking Zeke up that day anyway because of MOPS. She said Logan would probably love to ride in the back seat, facing backwards with Zeke, so we set it all up.

Friday morning she sent me a message saying that the installation guy came the night before so she didn't need me to bring Logan home and how sad Logan would probably be. I told her I would still bring him home if she wanted, since I was there anyway and it was on my way to MOPS and we had originally planned on it. She agreed, but showed up at school anyway in case Logan changed his mind last minute.

When the boys got out of school, Logan saw his mom was there and said, "Mom, you can go home now so I can ride with Zeke." Too cute! Also too cute, was the two of them in the backseat having a good time talking about how cool it is back there, and then going through the different books Zeke keeps back there.

It really makes me happy that Zeke is making friends here, and gets along so well with the other kids in his class.

It Was Time

So, we wound up shaving Finn's head the weekend after I wrote in a post that it would probably happen soon. He woke up Saturday from his one nap with his own hair stuck all over his face, with a bit in his mouth, so I figured that it was time.

My chunky monkey went from this:

To this:

Isn't he great? At 4 months old, he is the youngest of our 3 boys to get their heads shaved. Just for fun, I found the pictures from the other two.

Zeke was 7 months old when we shaved his head:




and Deacon was 6 months old when he got buzzed:

Not really the greatest pictures of Deacon, but a fun little trip down memory lane. Maybe I'll have to post more stuff like this. Of course, when I do, I wind up spending WAY too much time looking through the pictures from when Zeke and Deacon were little, feeling nostalgic and what's it.

But anyway, Finn now has a shaved head (which all the ladies in the nursery love to rub for some reason), just in time for winter I guess. At least we have some really cute hats for him.

I'm Not Sure "LOVES" is Strong Enough

Zeke is absolutely "SUPER-PUMPED-BECAUSE-IT'S-SO-AWESOME-IN-LOVE" with riding the bus. If you ask him about his day, the first thing he'll usually tell you is how he rode the bus to school. One of the other moms from his class told me last week that he still announces it every day to his class that he rode the bus to school. And I'm glad because it makes it so much easier for me to know that he's truly enjoying it.

Getting on the bus for

the first time:

All strapped in.

Safety first!

I am also enjoying it. It's amazing the difference it makes in the mornings around here. Not having to rush Deacon through everything, not having to figure out the logistics of Finn anymore, is wonderful. I'm so glad I listened to Josh and set this up for Zeke. And like a friend of mine pointed out, it's good that he's getting used to it now (you know, the .03 seconds it took him to get used to it, that is) before it starts staying dark longer and he has to ride the bus to school in the dark. And the snow. Because soon enough it will be dark and snowy in the mornings.

Putting Zeke on the bus also let me know that he knows where we live. On his way home the first morning, he kept telling the bus driver that we were getting closer, and home was "this way". Then, when she drove past our house, Zeke told her she did so, but that it was okay because she could turn around.

As of last week, one of the other boys in Zeke's class is on the bus too. The other boy's mom told me that he was thrilled to get to sit across the aisle from Zeke. Apparently this boy is a big fan of Zeke's. She said that after we left McDonald's last week, this boy cried the whole way home because he wanted Zeke to be with him. Awww! I know. It really makes me feel good to know that my sweet boy is doing so well with the bus and in school, and is making some friends there.

Oh and, I don't even cry when the bus picks him up anymore. That was apparently a one time thing. I think being proud of my courageous and easy-going boy wins over being sad that my baby is growing up too fast. Because, let's face it, he is growing up too fast.