now i a man.

 bieber asked me to help him put on the baseball glove last night.

once it was on,

he informed me,

"now i a man."

 and then he walked off.

in his spider man shirt.

baggy khaki shorts.

and lightening mcqueen shoes.

i adore this 3 year old boy.

loud, sandy, & dirty {just another tuesday}

uncle dave called.
said he was having a dump truck full of sand delievered to his driveway today.
and did i want some?
yes!
except for the fact that i had JUST.
and i mean JUST bought 20 more bags of sand from home depot.
like i was driving away and had already paid.
and could not bring myself to return them.
due to the fact that i had just spent the last 20 min begging those nice men at home depot to load those 20 bags of sand into my jeep.
and could they please position them so that my jeep would not bottom out from the 1,000 pounds of sand they were loading in?
so i couldn't possibly return it.
but could i please have the extra sand when he's all done so i didn't have to come back for the more sand i knew i was going to need?
i mean really, we dug quite the sandbox for ourselves.
so i called bree and she brought the troops over to the family yard for the big sand show.
max and i picked up icee's on the way.
it was bigger than her.

and boy, those BOYS thought it was a darn good show.

 i absolutely LOVE how they both have their arms behind their backs,

looking at the sand coming out.

it was loud,

and sandy,

and dirty.

what more could a 3 yr old boy ask for?

 max was really not sure about the entire thing.

she had to be held,

and clung to my shirt.

i loved it.

and then she realized it was just sand.

not scary.

just sand.

and thinking she's 3 and all,

that she would just go climb that big huge sand pile with the boys.

 and then slide all the way down on her tummy.

but the boys called it sliding down on her skateboard.

whichever.

 just another tuesday.

oh how i love tuesdays.

two drumsticks like a caveman

 grilled drumsticks with dad's famous terriyaki sauce.

baked potatoes, loaded.

grilled asparagas.

max stole half of my portion of asparagas, including hers.

little trash compactor.

 brennan ate two drumsticks like a caveman and declared it was the best food he'd ever eaten.

sean's mom too.

the boys did some good grillin'.

i made frozen cookie dough drops, rolled in chocolate.

yep, i can die now.

my life is complete.

 it was freezing,

pretty much all day.

christening cermony of the sandbox.

 we need more sand.

and more marigolds to keep the cats out.

there's mud and sand all over my house.

inside and out.

happy june.

i hope this means it's finally summer.

...

p.s.

we fixed the negative grade of the house with the extra dirt.

sean's a GENIUS.

and his dad's a saint for helping.

two sets of muddy paws {happy memorial day}

 max took a liking to uncle bob.

she sat by his grave the entire time we were there.

didn't leave his side.
wiped the dirt off his tombstone with her hands.

it was really cute. 

the weather has not been cooperating.

we knew it wasn't going to.

but seeing as it's june tomorrow,

i'd hoped we were going to get a little something nice.

especially since the groundhog said so.

boy was that little varmint wrong this year.

i heard an elderly woman talking to a man in the ice cream section at the grocery store on saturday night.

saying, "this is portland weather. portland! have you tried the Tillamock ice cream?"

i have.

it's amazing.

not the portland weather.

the ice cream.

so the sandbox is almost dug out.

and the rain is starting.

again.

which means i have two sets of muddy clothes sitting on my back steps.

two sets of muddy boots.

and two sets of muddy paws.

which means the basement is calling.

and i shouldn't have mopped my floors.

have mercy.