Football Season

As football season is getting closer, we are getting excited to watch the boys favorite team, thanks to dad, play. Noah wasn't sure that he wanted USC to be his favorite team since they weren't green, but eventually jumped on the USC family bandwagon. Funny story....We bought Noah and Cole USC hats and Jakers his favorite team, a Texas Longhorns hat (do you think the boys look up to their dads?). Anyways, one day Noah came in and was wearing his hat and said "Dad USC is the best team and the cows are lame, huh?" Ryan said "the cow's?" and Noah said "yeah, Jake's favorite team." Sorry Jeff. You are losing points bigtime.....slow blue motorcycle, lame cow's.....what's next? Gotta love our boys!

Finger Sucker

Emery has decided that she would much rather suck her two fingers than a pacifier. It is so cute right now but it won't be so cute when she is 7 and still doing it. Hopefully it is just a phase she is going through. Her binki has become more of an accessory rather than a necessity.

And yes her headband is over her eyes. Ü

So I have finally given in to the peer pressure and decided to do this blog thing. There is so much going on in our lives with our kids that our family is missing out on so I thought I would keep you informed this way, hopefully if I can keep up on it. So Noah graduated from preschool this summer. I can't believe he is going to be a kindergartner. It makes me sad but he is excited to start in September. Cole is going to start preschool in August. I don't know who is more excited about that one, me or him. He already knows all the teachers from taking and picking up Noah and the teachers already know what they are in for. He really has settled down a ton though.




The boys were busy with sports also. I can't believe it starts this early in life, but it has been really fun to go and watch. They both played soccer and Noah played baseball. He really loves baseball. He bats lefthanded but throws right. Go figure.

1st Haircut

Ryan was holding Emery the other night and he said "you have really got to do something about this hair of hers. It looks like she stuck her finger in a light socket or something". She had just got up from a nap, I might add. So, after consulting her hairdresser, aka "black grandma", we decided to get rid of her mullet and trim the top. It looks a lot better now. She was happy at first but decided it wasn't much fun. I tried to tell her that this is the price you pay to be beautiful but she didn't care.