He was so sweet looking curled up on a pillow hugging his kiki. He's still such a little boy, in spite of himself wanting to be a big kid.




He had been washing the truck one minute, I turned around and when I turned around again he had stripped off his shorts and unders and was jumping into the wash bucket! I had to grab the camera, of course, my fellow scrappers and bloggers understand. What a crazy kid!
Who wouldn't love getting their hair cut in this place? Nik chose the Blue Angel jet plane to sit in while he watched a Thomas the Tank Engine video. 


No joke! That is all I paid out of pocket due to all the coupons and double coupons and store coupons that are all found in the Sunday and Tuesday paper and online.
Not Joking Again! The cashier actually handed ME a nickel. Once again, I used manufacturer coupons, double coupons and combined them with a sweet sale. 



Even though I was taking a break from my own children, I still was more than happy to hold my friends baby. Never too young to start climbing:)
Easter was a bit different this year. My family typically spends Easter over at my cousins house with many of my extended family, but this year she was just getting back from seeing her very first, brand new granddaughter and wasn't able to host it. Instead, Easter was at my Dad and Sue's home and included her whole family as well! It was a full house and we had a wonderful time. In fact, three sets of grandkids (my great uncles as well) made the Easter Egg hunt much more exciting!
Now Tone' and I are finally able to bike ride together! We have gone a couple times already and it has been so much fun for us to be able to ride together and to have our boys along as well. Nikolas absolutely loves being out with us, though once in a while he wants to get out and run down the bike path next to us. That would be just fine if he knew the rules of the path and how to run in a straight line:} Instead I am constantly yelling out, "Nikolas, STOP!" "Don't move!" "MOVE!" "Get out of the WAY!" "WATCH OUT!". So that part gets to be a little stressful. .jpg)
One makes do when one's house has no bathtub. In fact, I think I am cursed as far as bathtubs go. Growing up I took a bath in an old galvanized metal wash tub. The kind you see pictures of kids washing their dogs in. We lived in an old farmhouse and it just didn't have a tub. Going to Grandma's was exciting as we could then play in a real bathtub! Now my boys have that same excitement when they go see Grandma as that is where I take them periodically to give them a good scrubbing.
Saturday morning Tone' came in to wake me, as he was leaving and the boys were awake. He leaned over me and said, "I'm going to pick you up and take you into the living room.". I sort of heard what he said, in my hazy sleepy state, but then all of a sudden I decided to turn over. I don't know what happened, but I swung my arm back as fast as I could and then I heard, "CRACK" as my elbow hit Tone's cheek bone with so much force that I sent him reeling backwards.
Well, maybe not for Tone'. :}