I am starting to think in “blog”… guess I better do something with it I suppose. My children will thank me later. Right?

Yesterday and today I had a taste of what life would be like with 3 little boys. And, I will admit I got a bit excited. No, we are not pregnant.

It is no secret that  I have a reoccuring dream that I am the mother of 8 little boys. In my dream, the boys are all the same age – one sitting on my head, another jumping on my back, four dripping from my extremities, and while I am not sure where the other 2 boys are I know they are there somewhere. A nightmare, you say? I am not so sure.

My 24 hours spent with 3 boys under the age of 2 did my heart good.  Everyone was consistently entertained, I included. There were no tears, no whining, no fighting – just a lot of action… running, falling, climbing, and a lot of random objects being hurled through the air. To top it off they all slept like rockstars because they had exhausted themselves and each other with their constant motion. No one seemed to mind that I hadn’t showered in a couple of days or combed my hair or… no, I DID brush my teeth.  I do love these creatures they call boys… the more I see, the more I learn, the more I love.

For our fifth anniversary, I surprised Kate with a trip to Hawaii. Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy to pull off and we both ended up getting strep throat while we were there, but it was all worth it.

You’ll have to click on the image to see a larger version, but you can see some lava in the upper right.  Wouldn’t you know it though… four days after we were here, there was an honest to goodness eruption.