How to tell them apart(the boys ofcourse).

Okay so I will start by admitting that today Melia had to correct me about who was who, but for the most part I have a sure fire way to tell them apart. It's all in their looks. This is Joshua..... Why he does this look I don't know. But showing off his teeth and squinting up his eyes is his new thing. This is Caleb.... Yes I know I picked two, but he is either mister serious or mister smiles. Either way he is pretty darn cute if you ask me. And yes even Joshua with his unique look is cute in my eyes!

Letting go

Why oh why is it so hard to let go? Okay, I know some of you are fine with letting go. My husband is one of those people. I will admit that I am some one who finds it most difficult to let go and it turns out I have passed this on to some of my children. This last week Samantha who use to be as bad as me about letting go informed me she needed to deep clean and get rid of "stuff". Oh the joy that Jeff felt. So that is what we did. Everyday this week for at least two hours we were up stairs purging. We got rid of eight bags of good will and four big bags of garbage. We also moved winter stuff down stairs to totes. I feel I should explain the girls room for you who haven't seen it. The three girls share a room that use to be an attic. When you first go in two closets line a small hallway. It was out of one of these closets we got our first three bags of good will. Then there is the space where the toddlers beds are. This is the most open part of the room. It also houses Samantha's table and most of the toys. Then there is a small step up that is the dividing line in the room. Samantha's bed and special stuff is there. No little girl is allowed past unless she has permission. Okay now the pictures may mean more to you. As I looked at these pictures I loved the progress made, but still see room for improvement. I think we have a problem with stuffed animals! The last big mess in the room is mine. It is the stuff that needs to be moved from upstairs to down stairs. Guess what that means! I need to go through down stairs stuff. I guess there always next week.

It takes a real man...

or one cute boy to pull this off. Good thing God made him so darn cute!

When daddy cooks.

I love when my hubby cooks breakfast in the morning. For one ting it means I don't have to. For another it is usually pretty darn good. The last time he did breakfast he had to take a photo. The plate of food cracked him up. This plate was meant for the boys. Well, the coffee was for daddy.