TGIF

Last Friday, the boys and I hoofed it to Blackwell...thought we'd get a head start on a baby shower Saturday morning. Staying the night at Grandma and Papa's increased our chances of actually getting to the shower on time. Daddy "had" to judge a BBQ contest Saturday morning in Stillwater and sadly couldn't join us.

Because our boys are dirt magnets, baths are must haves EVERY day. We don't dare skip our baths. Even if it means bathing in Grandma's kitchen sink...and sitting our bum on wet wash clothes so we don't slide from side to side.








So that I could actually see Ashlee's precious new baby, Henry got to stay with Papa during the shower. During their one-on-one time, Papa got to change his first dirty diaper (and from a nearly 3-yr-old) and Henry got to fly his first kite!

About the diaper...my dad called us in route and begged us to make a U turn and to change the diaper for him. We declined, chucking of course, and continued on our merry way.










And after he flew his new kite, Henry shed his pants and spent the rest of the morning splashing in mud. Have I mentioned our boys are dirt/mud magnets? Luckily for Henry, mud wasn't hard to find after Friday night's thunderstorms and tornadoes.






While Henry was outside splashing in mud puddles, Sam was searching for his own mischief inside as I loaded the car for our next party in OKC...sadly, we never made it to party number two.




"He, he...I just broke one of Grandma's pretties!"


"You didn't get that on camera, did you?!"




Sam has more hair than Henry ever dreamed of having at this age.