Shoshone Falls

Reagan waited with gma in the car.
Daddy and Treyson.

Mom (who was terrified of the height) and Treyson.

We spent the weekend at "Big Bama's" as Trey calls his great grandparents. They only live 2 hours south of here, but it was a wonderful break from the day to day. I didn't even have to cook! We absolutely LOVED having Trevor with us for 24 hours straight (well, when he wasn't golfing!). It was the perfect summer weekend full of sightseeing (yes, even in Western Idaho), popsicles, naked golfing and BBQ.

Surprise!

I was having the most difficult "mom" week ever. I think the last 4 months of motherhood, and only being able to leave my kids once, just finally got to me. At the apogee of this bad week, I got in the car and took the kids to the mall - thinking it was the closest I was going to get to making fun for myself. Of course, the babies SCREAMED bloody murder nonstop to the point I was getting dirty left and right. I was holding one baby and pushing the stroller with the other, in tears, thinking to myself, "I need my mom."

I called my mom, and she encouraged me to hurry home. There was a surprise there - my sister! Even though she ONLY flew out because her fiance is from the next small town over and they were spending the 4th at his cabin, (Yes, she's marrying a guy from a town 10 minutes from here. Totally coincidence. They met in Kansas when he was working there for the summer....) and I only saw her for about 6 hours total - it was so nice. Treyson was THRILLED.

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Trey

The little baby is becoming a real live boy. I hate to be the whistle blower, but there will always be something special about your first born. The past few months have been huge for Treyson developmentally. He's now a full blown talker (I guess he DIDNT need speech therapy...). I love this stage...he comes up with the most random words and ideas. He can count - though he often leaves out 4 and 5. He can identify colors. He can ride his four wheeler EVERYwhere. His favorite thing in the world to do is go with his dad to work (I think it might be TRevor's favorite too). I beg Treyson to stay home with me because I miss him so...but he always pats my back and says "I sorry mommy. I go work cows." I mean, killing me here! He adores the outdoors, has to be wearing boots and a hat like dad, and hates to sleep. His favorite show is Caillou and would watch it a million times in a row if I let him. He is pretty much considered potty trained and loves his SUPERGROVER underwear. He likes to "fix" things and can often be found with a wrench down his pants or in hand. He loves his family. He can always tell the twins apart and if you ask him who cries more, he screeches "OAKIE!" He loves his sisters. More than I ever imagined he would in my wildest dreams. He loves to go on jogs with mom. Pumps his arms when he runs. He is the ring leader in nursery. Last week, I peeked in to find him "MARK, set, GO" - ing the whole nursery and then leading a mad dash from one side of the room to the other. My mom pride swelled when he stopped to help a fallen comrade and patted him on the back repeatedly. HOW do they learn that? I swear I'm no super mom who teaches these amazing things.....These kids are SO. GOOD. He loves to talk on the phone and has now figured out "green button" calls people. awesome. Other pastimes include, auctioneering, telling stories about BIG bulls, farting on command, calling his dad a "HOT head" and playing with his best friend, a gorgeous 12 year old blonde girl named Ashley (great taste in women already).

When, I think about Treyson, I get teary eyed. And please remember, I am not an overally sentimental person. I just feel like Treyson has made me really learn what joy is.

Reagan Anna

Sweet Reagan. You are my sanity - my constant. When your brother and sister are being crazy, you are so calm and happy. Sometimes, I think you must have fallen asleep, when really, you are just happy and content sitting wherever I might have left you in order to tend to the other needs of life. It makes me feel so guilty. You have the most tender heart. You live to eat and have finally convinced me I CAN produce a chubby baby who likes food (oh, what peace...). You don't sleep through the night, but only because you NEED food. It's okay though, b/c I LOVE our night feedings. It's our time. Sometimes, I sneak you into bed with me (don't tell your sister) just because you are soft, cuddly and delicious.

You have the stinkiest gas I've ever smelt come from a small child. Your favorite person has to be your Grandma Roche. She gets you to squeal and talk like NO ONE else can. It's hilarious. You are quite lazy. Tummy time results in a good nap. Your eyes squint up in your chubby face. Everyone says you look like your brother, but I don't see it much. I've also been told you look like Papa. I think that's just because you're fat and almost bald. :) I think you look like a cute little bear cub with the most kissable heart shaped lips. You love the water, but still hate to be naked. You drool buckets upon buckets. I'm counting on a tooth soon. Your cry is the most heart wrenching sound ever. I feel an overwhelming desire to protect you - like your innocence is even more than Trey's or Oak's. You melt our hearts.

Oakley (almost) 4 months

The girls turn 4 months in a couple weeks. I've been so horrible documenting the details of their personality/growth, but, we've been a little busy so I'll cut myself some slack.
My eldest daughter, Oakley June.
Oakie. You've given me more a run for my money than your other siblings. The colic combined with your firey temperment was a little rough, but it's improving daily. You have more personality than I ever imagined a baby having. You have an opinion already from what position you are laid in, or what side you nurse on (right side always)....you know what you want. When you are tired, you scream and scream and scream and are inconsolable. I usually just have to stick you in your swing because it's the only thing that seems to work at that point. Church is horrible b/c it falls right during your afternoon nap. You and I spend most of the time in the hall...walking and walking...You are a little smaller than your sister. Probably b/c you eat to live only. It's okay though, I've dealt with a baby like that before! You sleep through the night - which is amazing. You have a harder time napping during the day. You are attentive, inquisitive and wide eyed. You don't give up smiles for anyone...we have to work for it. You are just becoming fascinated with your hands and toys. You have an obsession with your tongue. You squeal so loudly and high pitched. I fear you are blessed with more my personality than your dads. I tell your dad, you are the one who is going to be my best friend and biggest challenge come 2025. All the challenges of your personality have bonded us quite tight.

Exercise.

Exercising isn't as easy as it once was....lately, we've been packing 3 deep to fit a work out in! Thank goodness for beautiful weather.