We need more table time

I feel like by the time we get Jacob home from school and snacked and homeworked we sort of fritter the afternoon away with perhaps a show or two and then lots of running around and screaming (read: fighting).  I saw these pictures from a few weeks ago and it hit me...the minute Jacob gets home I either want us to be outside, reading books, or puttering at the table.

I'm just gettin' greedy, right?  Ah well, they're cute, anyway.

Leland face!  (Above and below.)

By the way, Jacob and sports cards?  A winning combination! 

And Jacob not changing out of Sunday clothes?  The best!

First Impressions

Thanks to Nico, we made one!  (This picture was taken our first Sunday here in Little Rock for the ward bulletin board.)

Go Hutches!

If you look up "nap" in the dictionary

I hope you find this picture.

How can you be the best and the worst at the same time?

Just be Benjamin lately!  

I hate to say this, but he's just turned sort of awful!  But he's also just terribly, terribly cute!  Even in a super small Alabama onesie!  But again, so terrible!  Throwing toys, hitting Nico, screaming in the car, pulling Nico off of his chair at the table, dumping bins of toys we've just cleaned up, pushing Nico off of the little kid picnic table.  Do you see a trend?  Destruction and Nico.  That pretty much sums it up.

Except for his cuteness, you dig?  He's still cute.  Ridiculously so!  It's just so confusing!  I mean, one minute I'm offering him an apple and he points at it and says "baple" and "da"* and the next minute he's throwing the plate across the room and swearing at me in Russian!  Or whatever language he speaks!

People usually react to hearing that I have three boys by saying, "You have your hands full" or "You're one busy mom" or they simply just shudder.  Still, until about, oh, um, 2 days ago I really felt like I only had 2 boys and 1 baby.  I don't anymore.  It's three boys.  Three boys who might not be fluent in Russian, but who are fluent in the languages of throwing, screaming, teasing, jumping, and being pills.  Not all of the time, but now that Benjo's thrown his hat into the ring it's gettin' crazy up in here! 

Help me.  I miss my baby so much.

*("Yes" in Benjaminese is "da".  Benjaminese is a slavic tongue I guess.)