I was planning on putting an explanation of why I am so behind on the blog and do a little public self-flagellation about my lack of effort and general exhaustion in this paragraph, but instead, we will just jump right in to June 2012. One of my favorite things about June is picture time. Bob and I have made an effort to have our family portraits made around the boys birthday every year, and I absolutely love it. One of our Jackpott members, Elizabeth Goff, took these for us at Kingsley Plantation, and I think she did a fabulous job. I've posted the individual shots before, but here are some of the group shots.
If there is dirt, James will dig.
I like this one despite the fact that James is not looking at the camera. Elizabeth sweated like a trouper trying to get all of those faces looking at the camera and smiling.
You can tell that we are all getting worn out as the kids get more and more amped up.
Handsome boys in spite of the horrible haircuts they got. Michael's was so bad, I had to take him back the next day to even up his bangs as one side was an inch long and the other was a quarter of an inch long. This military town is hell on boys haircuts.
Checking it out.
Happy family. I love that Bob has a real smile on his face as he tickles the boys.
Let's just say, I am no longer a girl who can drop it like it's hot. I drop it more like it's just come out of the freezer, stiff and unnatural.
I think this is my favorite picture of the day. Beautiful boys and scenery.
Working together. The other day, the boys came out of their room after "nap" time and told me they'd been doing teamwork. Let's just say, their room is still a disaster area after all that teamwork.
I debated making this picture the one for the blog, but for those of us who know Michael well, that face says, "I'm about to bite someone," and despite the sweet faces of his brothers, I'd always be internally yelling at him every time I open the website.
Three's a crowd in a wagon now.
Date night was big in June. Bob, Jim & Kathy, and I all took turns having a fun one-on-one time with the boys. Bob and Ryan went to the "Jack-son-wheel Suns" game where the young acolyte got his game on with a hot dog (required baseball eating according to Ryan). Bob took each of the boys to a baseball game, I took them all to the beach, and Grandma & Papa did a wide variety of fun things.
While bordering on inappropriate, this picture cracks me up. You can see a snapshot of my life right here - I have delightfully beautiful toes from the Mother's Day pedicure my boys got me, James' nude phase, and our Umizoomi summer obsession.
June is also the time for playoffs. We watched a couple of the Stanley Cup games, and the boys wore some of daddy's old hock-keys jerseys.
We also watched the basketball playoffs, but we only have one old Mav's jersey and no pictures.
Sweet James on his date night with Mommy. James has become a very, very, very big Mommy's boy. He is also a huge homebody. While Ryan will be in the garage opening the big door before you can finish the sentence "Let's go get in the car," James has absolutely no interest in leaving the house and must be coaxed out.
Sword fighting pirates (recently all of our swords have disappeared as we are watching more superhero shows where the boys are honing their fighting skills and have absolutely no need for weapons to get their fight on).
Attack of the cooties. I have tried many times to play games with one or all of the boys. They really like games but lack the patience/focus to play a complete game. We will all start a game and within two minutes the candyland figures are having a race or the bugs are fighting or the matching cards are flying across the room. Maybe sometime soon games will start to become more feasible in our house, and I can dominate those monkeys in some hi ho cherry o.
We saw a couple of movies in June with the kids. We have learned that movies must be individual events, or it becomes a dance party nightmare. We saw both Madagascar 3 (or Afro Circus Move It Move It as the kids call it) and Brave. Michael didn't make it through the movie and started having a serious issue with any and all cartoon bears. The boys did get both of these movies for Christmas, and Michael and the bear seem to be on much better terms on the smaller screen.
The best part of June is birthday time! Since there are three kids and one party, I feel compelled to make it an event. The third birthday began with a movie night at the zoo where we had dinner followed by an outdoor showing of Rio (the movie was supposed to be a couple weeks before and got rained out, so it made the birthday weekend extra packed with fun).
Cake time! I have decided I like one big cake with three birthday cupcakes for the boys. It seems to work well for everyone to have their own candles to blow out (I learned at the Christmas Eve candlelight service that I should have spent more time teaching those kids that there are other kind of candles than birthday candles).
Michael was the last of the boys to get the hang of bike riding. He is so much like his father - anything for a laugh. For the longest time, he would ride into the curb on purpose and crash into the grass for fun. Thankfully, he has found it more enjoyable to stay astride of the bike rather than beside it in the last few months.
Cake time on our actual birthday. The boys love singing happy birthday and blowing out candles. They also love to lick the frosting off of the candles (on my birthday, I'd barely blown those bad boys out before three hands were snatching off candles and licking - luckily, I'm old enough that no one attempted double dipping of the candles this time).
Grandma & Papa got the boys a "cookbook" outdoor kitchen with grill that the kids love. Yesterday, they made me a meal from their cookbook (why it's not a kitchen, I have no idea) and allowed me to pick up all that food and put it back in the picnic basket by myself. They are such thoughtful boys.