blessed beyond measure

Seems I must embrace once-a-week blogging, whether I want to or not. (Sorry, Silly.) My memory is not grand. And we all know that blogging is just scrapbooking for dummies. So here are some notes on the boys in this new, and sometimes strange, season of life we find ourselves in, one that I really don't want to forget. Trey Loves school. When he's not in school, often he's playing pretend school. Has all but given up on learning how to tie his shoes. Is just a bit impatient. Talks. A lot. Sometimes Brandon and I will just look at each other and shake our heads, after realizing the boy has been in nonstop verbal stream-of-consciousness for a good fifteen minutes. It's impressive. Would so much rather be with his grandparents than with us. All day, every day. Will not eat beef in any form other than an all-beef hot dog. Is expressing interest in learning piano. Pardon me while I both swoon and panic. Has gone to a couple of soccer games to watch his fr...

Yes, that is Aden. Yes, I took that picture. It was not what it was intended to be. But what really is? (He's fine, by the way.) Before diving into the face-first-fall topic, allow me to express my undying devotion to non-humidity. No wonder God chose that color for the sky. Breathe it in, the cool breeze and moving muscles and vitamin D and happy hearts and temporary brotherly fondness and half-decent pictures. Only thing missing is pumpkins. We had a good time, despite the injuries. It's so nice to actually want to be outside, knowing you won't be drenched in sweat and have your whole body basically turned into a giant mosquito bite three minutes after walking out the door. The family is in a good season right now, as a whole. Trey is positively thriving at school, making new friends, showing interest in team sports (to his Daddy's jubilation). Aden is enjoying one-on-one time, slowly learning s...

It's gotta be in their blood.  Not that any rhythm DNA came through me, but seriously, no one taught them to move like this. For anyone who is wondering, this is the before-bed energy level of my boys.  Which is actually lower than at any other time of day. And I apologize to my beloved Hokie-fan readers for the in-your-face Wahoo soundtrack.  I'm hoping you'll forgive me on the basis of cute silliness alone.