Three

Could you please stay three?  I know you're supposed to grow, and that you told me you're already six, but you need to stay three.

Because you're perfect right now.  Your arms feel like Play-Doh around my neck when you hug me and you hold my hand to show me something neat and you laugh at silly things.

And you whisper important things you want me to know

And ask me to tiptoe with you to sneak up on spiders

And you say things like "try-antula" and "callipitter"

And chocolate makes you happy

And band-aids fix your boo-boos

And your eyes double in size when I spike your hair with Daddy's jelly

And you give the baby gentle little kisses

And I don't want to give that up.  I'm not ready to.

At least when you turn four, promise me this:  that you'll still whisper "I love you" in your sleep when I tuck you in at night.  I don't think I'll make it if you stop.

Cheeseball

Ever seen a cheeseball in action?  Josiah is the ultimate cheeser.  He started at a young age.

There's the "I did it!"  cheese:

Followed by the "I'm a little scared of holding Wormy" cheese:

And we can't forget the bulldog-underbite cheese:

Wet bathtub cheese:

And one last example...what a cheeseball!

One of My Favorite Pictures Ever!

I can't look at this picture and not smile...smile all over!  Daddy and his first born (dare I say clone?)!

Josiah, King of the Jungle

                                           Beware the bloodthirsty lion....

                                            Savage beast of the jungle

                                           Stalking its prey as it sleeps

                                                             Ruthless...

                                            Vicious, he shows no mercy!

Ahhhh, Lancaster

Something about this place just makes you want to move to a 200 acre farm and have a bunch of chickens and cows.  I love the sight of little calves running after their mommas, the thought of fresh eggs in the morning, seeing my little sons in straw hats and black overalls, rolling hills, vegetable gardens in bloom with peas running along their lines.  It seems wonderful, idyllic, peaceful, simple.  As I ride around in my car taking in these sights I long for that kind of life.  Then...

then....

then I get out of my car and something hits me.  It's no longer the sight of a romantic old rock barn (hey, where can I get me one of those?).  It's the smell of big old cows and chickens.  Then I change my mind, and high-tail it back to my car to the nearest outlet mall.  After all, what are vacations for?

The Welcome

So I just got back from a mini-vacation in Pennsylvania with the ladies of the family and one very doted-over five year old boy.  Despite non-stop attention for three days, he seems to be relatively un-rotten, for which I am grateful!

I'm hoping with this blog to keep up with my three beautiful boys.  Scrapbooking is not my forte, as much as I love to look at other people's scrapbooks.  The kids bring me such joy (and busy-ness!), that I need to get some of it down for them to see in the future.

To our wonderful friends and family, I hope this keeps you up to date with the Huckabee happenings....and if anyone has a more clever title for this blog, let me know!