Foam Insulation

Do you know what happens when you throw a rock at a can of foam insulation?

It explodes

Did you know that foam insulation does not come out of clothes and is difficult to get off skin?
This happened a few days after they came slinking home with stucco mud splattered on their clothes.

Let's talk underwear shall we?

Here is a story problem for you.
There are 4 boys that wear underwear in the house. 2 of the boys share the same boxers. (I'm fairly confident that they will have no problem with this until they move out of the house.) 2 of the boys wear whitey tighties, though one set is not white and the other set belonging to the other boy is never tight. Always droopy. One boy who wears whitey tighties wants to wear boxers as well, but mom does not want to go out and buy more.
After the laundry is complete there are three piles of underwear ready to be put away.
What does this tell you about one of the boys?
What do mom and dad need to start doing again?

Sadly, this isn't the only boy and the only time this has happened.

The Mud Run

Last Saturday, our good friends, the Westons invited us to join them in a 5K mud run.

The adults went first. I happily made it around the track once and then decided I was dirty enough! Scott went around 2 more times to complete the 5K

Next up was the little mudders. The boys had a difficult time waiting for their turn, but when they started it was hard to get them to stop. Owen kept up with Taylor the entire time. They made it around the track 3 times. Bennett happily went at his own pace and made it around twice, got a drink and then went back for more.

Originally I didn't sign up Chasey because I wasn't sure if he would want to give it a go. He changes his mind so fast, that you never know. But at the last minute, after he kept insisting he wanted to race, we signed him up. And that little kid ran around the entire race track with Scott. He thought it was great!

We had a lot of fun and found dirt in places we never thought possible!

And Then He Was Done

My little sock sucker is no longer sucking socks. It's true.

About a month ago I started talking to him about turning 4 and that 4 year olds are big boys and don't suck socks. He readily agreed and with my help decided that on his birthday he would give all of his socks to his baby cousin Barrett.

The day arrived and he took one last suck and then happily packed them in a Ziploc bag and gave them away.

That evening right before he went to bed he asked Scott for a sock. Scott told him that he was 4 now and that he gave them away. Chasey agreed and accepted the fact that they were gone.

And that was it. Easy. I knew it wouldn't be hard. Part of me is glad he is done, but another part of me is sad. It really was the last baby thing that he did. He is a big boy now.

Chase only preferred to suck on Old Navy socks. Nothing else would work.
He would only suck on them when he was tired.
He would tri-fold a sock and then feed it into his mouth.
He would only suck a sock for a little while. When he was done he would take it out of his mouth and throw it on the floor and get another one. He would not put a wet sock back into his mouth. It had to be dry. Needless to say it was not uncommon to step on wet socks throughout the house. He wasn't opposed to sucking on a sock that had been wet and was now dried.
Every morning he would wake up and collect all the socks around the house that he had sucked on and carry them around for awhile.
Such a quirky habit I must say!

Stewart Falls

 We had to change our plans slightly for the 4th of July.  We initially were planning on hiking in American Fork canyon.  But due to the mountain being on fire we had to travel to Provo canyon instead.  Not a problem at all.

We decided to hike up to Stewart Falls.  It's a great little hike.  Owen was filthy about 10 minutes into the hike.  By the time we were done, he was one big dirt ball.  Chase stayed perfectly clean though.  I guess when you get a ride to the top on Dad's shoulders you don't have to worry about the dirt. Taylor and Bennett were wonderful.  They just hiked dutifully along.  A very nice afternoon.

And Then He Was 4

And just like that my baby is 4.  He's really not a baby anymore, but to me he always will be.
Candy, pinata, cake and lots of screaming.  Just how a birthday party should be.