Summer blasted us with record high temperatures last week. In an effort to keep cool, the boys spent several evenings having water fights with Steve. No, those aren't pesticides, either. We've found these containers to be a little more resilient than the average water gun...and a lot more fun, too.
The ice cream truck conveniently rolls through the neighborhood every afternoon, just before dinner. Occasionally I succumb to the begging and pleading (or the peer pressure of our neighbors) and buy Andy the largest rocket-shaped popsicle ever created.
Luke says the sno-cone is his new favorite
Say, "FD & C red dye # 5!"
Yum!
Eli makes this face whenever the camera comes out. A bit of a ham, perhaps?
Not long ago, Steve and I were struggling with the decision to have a third child. He met with Pastor Mark for breakfast at the local greasy spoon (Gloria's). We're sure glad they had that talk! We jokingly refer to Pastor Mark as being partly responsible for Eli.
Another family had their precious little boys baptized, as well. Sergei and Ivan were recently adopted from Russia. Very, very cute!
The big brothers behaved so well.
Eli was totally mellow, never made a peep. Right after lunch, I was changing his diaper and noticed a mysterious rash on his lower leg. I googled it and found it to be a rash worthy of a trip to urgent care. My parents stayed with the boys and Steve and I raced to the Pediatrician. I thought it looked like purpura, which is indicative of an infection. But his CBC was normal and he appears otherwise healthy. We were sent home. Whew! I was not looking forward to spending the night at Children's Hospital. Mr. Mellow ended up having a very memorable baptism.
