boys.

5 minutes.

2 boys.

1 reeeealllllyyy happy mom.

Happy St. Patricks Day from our mess to yours.

5 on Fri.

Linking up Over here for a little 5 on Friday

Todays 5 on Friday is a very special one, in honor of a very special guy, who has a very special actually it's just a regular one no big numbers birthday tomorrow. Josh Is an incredible father and an even better husband. I realized not to long ago, over drinks with friends, when perhaps he was feeling a bit more honest because the truth juice was flowing, that part of the reason we work is because he challenges me. And boy does he. He never backs down, or just goes with what I say because he should. He fights me on almost occasionally on things I know I am right on, just to make me rethink it from a different view point. Our love languages aren't the same, he'd say tah-may-toe while I tuh-mot-o, he goes left when I'd go right. But I would have missed some great adventures by always going right. So here goes, Five on friday why Josh is great:

He is always up for fun adventures, especially when they involve the beach. This is toddler safe tubing.

He enriches the boys lives with boy things. Seen here at Tough Truck.

He's incredibly handsome. Super, duper handsome.

He always carries the kids, even when I have dressed them expertly for cold weather, in Easton's homemade shark costume, a headscarf, and notseen two pairs of too big pants and socks..

I have these two handsome, cutie pies because of him. They light up our lives and love their papa hard. He is their favorite. Always. And mine too. Always my favorite.

Currently, life looks like this:

Less than 2 minutes unsupervised. This is Hudson's daily goal.

Waterbug. 

Thing I found in here today: two used paper towels, a sippy cup that warranted being thrown away, numerous single shoes, an unopened package of diaper wipes, and part of a peanut butter sandwich [gag].

Sure, just head on out into the hall. I see your floor is completely covered, so get to work out here..

Annnnnd he is out!

Blah, blah, blah its cabin fever, etc etc etc.... 

I'd write more but I can't see Hudson, I heard a crash, and a wicked laugh...so crap is no longer fake, if you know what I mean..

send booze...