Shopping Assassin

A common sight at the Bishop home - light saber battles. Brooke has introduced a new dimension to those battles called accessorizing! The Little Miss loves her purses, shoes and dresses, but she doesn't let them slow her down. She still can rumble with her brothers. Watch out boys!

Keep the hits rollin'

(No he doesn't have the mumps. He just has his whole waffle stuffed in his mouth - the camera waits for no one!)

Poor Gager.

The kids leads with his face. He has split open, hit, smashed or bruised his eye/eye brow no less than five times. This last occurence did not require dermabond or stitches as in times past, but it did leave him with a beautiful shiner. He says he had been playing rugby but wasn't went he got hurt. They were playing another game; apparently rugby wasn't rough enough. :)

Scoops the Shenaniganizer

Cooper is three. Therefore he has 3-year-old logic. Here's a couple of examples.

1. A couple of weeks ago, Greyson had an accident in the middle of the night. The boys know what to do if that occurs, and Grey followed protocol. He put his pjs and bedding in the laundry and put on new pjs. However, he could only find short-sleeved jammies. Now for some unknown reason, my boys always want to wear short sleeves, even when it is 40 degrees out, so Grey wasn't too sad about it.

Well the next morning, Cooper starts telling Kim and I that he also wet the bed. Although there was no evidence of that, he was insistent. Then, he finally says, "Yes, I did wet my bed...I need to put on short-sleeves." :)

2. On the way to my parents' house, we have to drive amidst a bunch of road construction, which is heaviest about a block from their house. Today, we were driving through said construction, Scoops starts shouting that he HAS TO GO to the bathroom. When I tell him that we're almost at Grandma's house, he says "But I want to go in the porta-potties!"

Shenaniganizer for sure.

Greyson is Eight!

This morning Grey and I reminisced about the day he joined us in this world. I do this every year, and they just love to be reminded of stories from long ago. Then the scrapbook looking begins. The older boys enjoyed looking at themselves as infants, and then my guilt bubbled to the surface. I do not even have a book for Scoops or Brookey and Jace is merely 4 months old in his book. SO I AM TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF. By Brooke's birthday which is just a few months away and Cooper's birthday which is just shy of 6 months away, I will have books begun for them. I better get cutting. And while I am at it, the birthday boy asked if I would make him a little older too. Rest for the weary- none for this gal. At least this project is fun for me.

He's Growing Up!

The other day before Aiden left for school, he pulled his tooth out. He tucked it away in his tooth fairy pillow, and he waited. The following morning he joins the party bed (Yes, when they wake up on weekends, they often come to our room and climb inside.) and waits for his siblings to leave (Thank you for that, wise one!). When it is just Aiden and his old mom and pop, he declares, "Well I have proof! There is no tooth fairy. I lost my tooth yesterday morning and I put it under my pillow and this morning, I had no money. (smile)" Mitch and I bust up and then know that he is growing up. He is 10 now despite his mom wanting him to stay little. I know that he has only one more year of elementary school. I know that very soon I am going to be a drag and the lady who just does not get it. I dreaded for the beginning of this period, but he is still a terrific kid, and we will keep him all the same. He waves his age of innocence off exubberantly as I cling to it and let go only because I can not hold on any longer, but I am sure that this too is a part of growing up. I have many milestones ahead, but for some reason, this one almost creates a tear in this woman.

Birthday Present for MEEEEEEEE!

We bit the bullet and finally "invested" (I like to call it that; makes it sting a little less) in a nice camera. I have wanted one forever, so we picked up a new SLR and I've been playing ever since. Thanks honey. Now I get to take more pictures of you! Here's some samples of my tinkering.

It's the Most Elf-a-ful Time of the Year!

Yup, can't resist these dance things. So, get it while it lasts - they go down in January. Check out the whole family getting in on the action with these two Elf Yourself videos:

http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/nkxIuUV4iQsKTT8LOiGB

http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/ftAkgR8hfbkcRd30EZmp

H A P P Y H O L I D A Y S ! ! !

The Dukes Are in Vegas

Well we are the good ole boys. Definitely meaning harm. Not getting in trouble with the law, unless I could get the kids to say that Mom IS the LAW, but I think that will never happen. This year we dressed as the Dukes. Aiden was Luke. Grey was Bo. Gage was Crazy Cooter. Jace was Sheriff Roscoe. Cooper was Boss Hogg. And Brooke was Daisy. Mitch even joined in on the fun as Uncle Jesse. I dressed as Miss Emma Tizdale, but for the Trunk or Treat, I could not handle the itchy wig so I dressed as the General Lee. Mitch piped the theme song through the CD player and I walked the Dukes around. Everyone LOVED their costumes if they were 30 or above. The kids and teenagers did not get it. Apparently Mitch was mistaken a time or two as Santa. Las Vegas needs a little Hazzard County flavor. YEEEEEEE HAW!