Turning Three Under the Sea

So I'm almost a month behind on this one, but on Nov. 22, our "baby" boy turned three. We celebrated as a family that night after Mike got off work, and had a party with his friends a few days later. As most of you know, Micaiah is crazy about fish and fishing, and his love has spread to all ocean life and diving, so it was only fitting to have an "under the sea" party. Here are a few pics from the big celebration.

On his birthday, with his birthday muffin

Helping make ice cream

Celebrating on his actual birthday
The hats are leftovers from his birthday a few years ago, but he insisted that "you can't have a birthday without a hat".

His favorite mac & cheese and chocolate zucchini bread

Logan, the party animal, with his beloved rice puffies

The spread at Micaiah's actual party

The cake

In his scuba gear

Deep sea diving

He was so excited about birthday cake this year, even though we kept his cake a surprise until the party. He talked about "bithday cake" for weeks before his birthday.

Happy birthday Mr. Fish! We love you!! XOXOXO

Dillingham

Well, we made it to Dillingham, are unpacked, and in the process of settling in. We just got internet a few weeks ago, and I finally have a couple of minutes to put up a quick post. It is almost dinner time, so I can't type long, but here are a some more recent pictures of the boys, and a few of the prettier part of Dillingham.

On the way to Anchorage, before flying out to Dillingham

When Summer Days Are Sunny

Here are a few recent pictures of the kidlets. We had a sunny day and were gearing up to go play. I got a few good ones of the Owl while I was getting him and his brother wrangled into their clothes, but Mr. Fish was too wiggly and anxious to get outside. By the time we were all ready to go I had forgotten the camera, so no pics of the outdoor action, but suffice it to say, there were boards (which of course transformed into dolphins and tarpon), and rocks, shovels, and dump trucks, and dirt -lots and lots of dirt. We came back inside better people.

Torch Run

Last Saturday we participated in the Special Olympics Torch Run that is sponsored by the law enforcement agencies across the state. The weather ended up being beautiful for event, even though it had been raining for two days prior and started raining again on the drive home. We walked it as a family. Logan was in the monkey pouch and although we brought the stroller, Micaiah walked almost the entire 3 miles, only riding in the stroller long enough to eat a little bit of his lunch. One of the Trooper sargeants let Micaiah walk his pug, Hector, who had also come to waddle along. It was his first time getting to walk a dog all by himself, since Bella tends to just pull him over, and he was so excited. At the end of the run Logan won a prize for being the youngest participant (Micaiah picked out a baseball keychain for him), and Micaiah got a new Sesame street book with all his favorite monsters in it. It was a good day.
Here are a few pics of our sweet boys...

Boogie Man

The following conversation took place tonight as I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner:

Micaiah: Did you see that boogie? Did you see that boogie in my nose, Mommy?

Me: (I was really focused on what I was doing, so after taking a second to process what he was saying...) Do you have a boogie in your nose, Baby?

Micaiah: No, I just had one. I just pulled it right out.

Me: (Trying to figure out if he had just said what I thought he said...) You pulled it out of your nose?

Micaiah: Yeah.

Me: What did you do with it?? ...Did you put it in the garbage?

Micaiah: No. I just pulled it right out, and I just put it on the wall.


Lovely. I had him show me where he put it, which he did very matter of factly, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with wiping boogers on the wall... and then I handed him a tissue and promptly had him remove it from its new home, and march it over to the trash. We then discussed the fact that we do NOT wipe boogies on the wall, and what to do next time if he should happen to find a crusty lodged in his nostril. Ah, the joys of boys... at least he didn't eat it.