Five Boys

Our family has five boys. Five boys means lots of wrestling, game playing, running, bouncing, yelling, and any other chaotic verbs you can think of. I had alot of random pictures of the boys last month so here we go....... 

These two are best friends and love doing everything together. 

These two are also best friends (or maybe frenemies) who get into lots of trouble together. Where one destroyer is, the other is also. 

These are the men in my life. And just so we're clear, I think Eric is even more amazing than these four obviously think he is. My husband is pretty near perfect.

This is James's finger. He tried to rescue a drowning bee from the water table and it stung him. Rude bee. James, of course, wouldn't let me do anything for his wound. He likes to be dramatic and fixing an owie would take the drama out of the situation. At least I know now that he's not allergic to bees.

He also managed to trip on a rock and ram his temple into the edge of a concrete step last month. He had a shiner for a long time and still carries a scar. 

Sort of looks like purple eye shadow.

James managed to break his bed one night and had to sleep with the mattress on a slant because I didn't know about it until morning. He seems to have handled it well. 

On another night these two fell asleep together in James's bed. David looks like he was in mid play when sleep overtook him. 

Partners in crime, partners in napping. So funny that David refuses to relax, even while sleep. 

Caleb fell asleep on the floor after church one day. He doesn't look very comfy but I guess it worked for him. 

James got so tired that he fell asleep on one of the dining room chairs during dinner. It is so tiring to be a three-year-old.  

Adam is so pleasant these days and such a happy boy. 

Caleb loves his otter-pops. Loves, loves, loves his otter-pops. He would eat them all day long if I let him.

Best friends and a sad James who wanted it to be his turn for a picture. 

I fixed that as soon as I could although it obviously included a photobombing Adam as well. 

Oh, Brothers. 

Oh, oh, brothers. 

Large and small, they make me smile with their antics and their happy spirits. I love my five boys!