three for Three

Jack turned 3 on Saturday. He spent the entirety of his birthday buckled up in the car watching Spirit over and over as we made the trip home. He got confused since we were just at the beach and thought he was supposed to act like a crab. Oh, the terrifying threes are hitting my sweet boy!

(I promise that sometimes I wipe off his face...)

spring break & donuts

All the boys are very ready for the beach. Today, Jack demonstrated his excitement by wearing his "swim soup" all day long. Then, he practiced his surf moves on the kick board. Poor little guy. He has no concept of time and I started to pack today just to add to his confusion. A week can seem like eternity...
Here is how you stand and surf.

And here is how you frantically swim away from a shark.

Grant picked out donuts for dessert tonight while we were at Wal*Mart. Jack forgot about the beach for a second amidst the excitement of donuts.

Here is what we found after leaving the little guy alone with the sweet stuff. He didn't deny it... just wanted to taste them all.

Critters

Spring is on it's way because the critters are coming out to play at our house. I walked up on this little guy in the driveway (the day before the weather decided to freeze again). At first, I thought it was a fake rubber snake. Then I saw it's tongue moving in and out of it's mouth and realized it was the real deal. Jack and I followed it until it disappeared in our neighbors yard. Pretty little guy. Just stay out of my house... and my wreath!

We are so smart...

...the day the carpet installers were at our house Jack got the stomach bug. Man, we're good.

Grant's Special Day

Grant wanted to go to a Razorback basketball game for his "special" daddy-son day. Nate and I searched for tickets for the last weekend game... which just so happened to be sold out weeks ago. Finally, on Friday Nate was able to buy some tickets from a co-worker. After church, father and son, dressed in Razorback gear, filled with anticipation of the day, headed over to the arena for all the pre-game festivities and their "day of fun".

They explored the arena getting autographs of the 1994 championship team. They got pom poms. G got his face painted. G got some cotton candy which for some reason he said tasted funny and he didn't eat it. Weird...

Then, 4 minutes before half-time Nate heard the dreaded words, "Daddy, I think I'm going to throw up."

Yep. He did. A couple times... and also experienced some other stomach issues. Poor Grant was physically ill and Nate was sick he didn't get to see any of the second half of what turned out to be a victory (finally) for the often sickening to watch Hogs.

Since they road to the game with the Essens, father and son, dressed in their Razorback gear, filled with stomach virus and gloom, circled the arena around 5 times waiting for the game to end.

G had a little episode of puking fun in the Essens car on the way home. Nate said the quote of the night after that incident was G saying, "I'm not really having fun."

We're sorry little man. Really, really sorry... we haven't felt your pain yet but know it's probably only a matter of time.

We are supposed to be getting our new carpet this week. We're taking wagers on how soon after the carpet is installed that Jack is affected by this little bug.