My 3 Little Wild Indian Boys

This perfectly captures my 3 right now. Alder, with a camo shirt on (counting the days until he can wear it to go shooting dove) and pistol in hand. He is using words like "suddenly", "difficult", "courageous", "dashing", "actually", and "freaking" on a regular basis. Hudson is smmooooshed between his two brothers that clobber him with their hugs and kisses. He could not be sweeter, but is proving to be a loud child already with loud screams of excitement and shrills of joy. Clearly his older brothers are rubbing off on him and the Wingfield genes are very strongly present. And blessed Kingston. He holding "Mmmmass" which is aka to the rest of talking world as, "Thomas." Kingston has no pants nor underwear on in this picture because he rarely keeps bottoms but is perfectly potty trained yet he cannot talk....at all. You can also see his busted chin that we super glued shut. I think application of super glue to some part of Kingston's body in now in the double digits.

But here they are, my wild, little, indian boys. 

Is any of my grammar correct in the above paragraph?

Fanatical about Hudson

Kingston is obsessed with Hudson. Obsessed. In fact, he is so obsessed that his intense love for his younger brother often gets him in trouble. I mean the babe can only take soooo many kisses, hugs, and cuddles and its usually a good thing to let littlest man breath every second or so. Kingston smothers him with his love. 

I took these yesterday after they had gotten up from their afternoon naps and they were snuggling with each other on the couch. Hudson by the way is about 19 lbs. and 5 months and Kingston is barely 25 lbs and 2 years old. 

Do you see the sheer excitement on Kingston's face below? Every time he sees Hudson, its like he is seeing him for the first time EVER. I love brothers.  

Happy Birthday Kingston

Happy Birthday Sweet One! 

We love you so much. You are such a light in our lives.

 You make us laugh....a lot. You are giving, sensitive, gentle, patient, silly, mischievous, a great dancer, a fast scooter rider, fearless, clumsy, brave, hungry (all the time), sly and quiet in your mess making, an escape artist, silently determined, always watching, and a utter joy to have. 

You came into this world at 5:45 am 2 years ago today and weighed 9 lbs. and 2 oz. and were 19 in. long. Today you are 2 and weigh 26 lbs. and are 33 in. tall. You are lanky and skinny as they come. You love matchbox cars, Lightning McQueen, fire trucks, tractors, trains, making train tracks, helping, your "blanky", pasta, good music, your older brother immensely, blueberries, blueberries in pancakes, riding fast, running fast, and climbing high. You love family. You are happy. 

It is a gift everyday that you are with us. 

Happy, Happy!  

(Please stop growing...it is making Mama sad. Oh, and please stop falling down and busting your head open. At this rate, we will not be able to pay the ER bills). 

Giddy Up

Well, it was a first for me. A rodeo. Does PETA know about rodeos??? I mean, I'm not an animal activist by any means, but the "festivities" at this rodeo were rather unfriendly to the bovine family. Those poor little baby cows. It was, however, a very fun outing with the boys and they loved every second of it. Alder calls it "horse racing" instead of a rodeo, which in a lot of ways makes sense. Those horses fly! We were sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers at first and then had to move up because the horses would come racing down, turn right where we were sitting, and fling dirt up into our faces. Cool, but not fun for little kids to get dirt in their eyes. Alder now says he wants to "horse race too when he gets to be 5, Mama. Ok. Does that sound like a plan?"

Sure Alder. 

And I cannot forget to mention about my little Kingsers. 

So at the rodeo they had these jumpy things. I am sure everyone has seen them, right? Well, Alder was wanting to jump. We paid $5 and when it was his turn, he chickened out. We asked Kingston if he wanted to do it and he smiled and hopped on. The man strapped him in (and he is totally fearless at this point and quite digging the cool harness, cords, and buckles) and he did it.  He loved it until the man raised him in the air too high and then he panicked, but it was fun to see Kingston climb on, fearless as usual, and enjoy the thrill of something new and different. Thats my Kingsers.

Back in the Boat

Daddy has purchased another boat after selling the last one at the end of the season last year. I think if Jared could be convinced that he could make a living "brokering" boats, he would quit his job tomorrow and do so. He spends hours combing the Internet for deals on boats and is pretty darn good at it. Two weeks ago while I was in Chattanooga, he bought 2 boats and sold them that same week, making profits on both of them. Pretty talented, huh??? Anyways, we have one for the summer and the boys are loving it. We took it out the other night, I think it was Mother's Day night, for an evening cruise. Jared has taken the two older boys a handful times already, but this time the whole family went and Little One loved it as well. It is quite a handful to take all 3 on the boat, but we manage. Kind of. As you can tell from the pictures below, Alder is dying to "touch the water Mama, just a little bit. I won't fall in." Kingsers is panicked this summer by the boat unless someone is holding him (he loves the boat but we cannot figure out this new fear he has of the boat/motor/movement) and so that leaves Little One in the Moses basket tucked up underneath the bow. Safe, right? 

Just trying so hard to touch the water. So hard. 

Conrad Hudson. Braving the conditions. 

Gazing up at two airplanes crossing in the sky. 

I love my Kingston. He is clinging onto me tightly and I think rather enjoying his Mama snuggling with him.