Happy Birthday Ashton!

My little sweetheart is THREE! He got lots and lots of airplanes for his birthday (and a couple Veggie Tales CDs - he loves the Hairbrush song...or as he sings is "Oh Where is my Toothbrush?"). It was a big day. Cole was dedicated at church and my sister and her three kids were visiting as well (7 kids under 6yo in one house, can we say S.T.R.E.S.S.?). Ashton had a good time with it all. He's talking more every day and is, as always, my big goofball. So fond of all his sound effects. Singing. High Fives. Trying very hard to keep up with big brother and sister, who have a slight tendency to steamroll. Now if only I could rip that binky out of his mouth (and put it back in Cole's) and get him to consider a trip to a potty one of these days...he'd be a veritable grown-up!

Speaking of steamrolling, that's Cole's method of choice. He's a rolling maniac. He can't sit up and he can't crawl but he can roll like a pro. Currently he's in the jumperoo and discovering the joys of bouncing. He's a live wire. Don't let his inability to sit up fool you. God is just giving me a grace period, because I have a feeling that when this kid IS crawling and/or walking, I'm in big, big trouble. That means that my other three kids are going to have to miraculously transform into clean people, or I will have to spend 75% of my days walking around behind my little Pigpens and cleaning up all the little things and doodads and dangerous choking hazards that they leave in their wake.

So, anyway, I'll leave you with a family picture. Us, in all our glory. Ciao.