Weekend With The Pomer-roos.

That's not really their name... but its how Clark says it.

Our super awesome friends came down for the weekend (last month), 

so Sharon could run her race. 8k!  

I was supposed to run with her, but someone had to go and get knocked up.

Way to go Sharon!!  Definitely inspired me to want to start training again... next year.

After Sharon's race, the kiddies got to play on the beach for a little while.

I'm so glad the weather cooperated, just a little chilly and overcast.

Sweet little Meg :)

Virginia Beach is not all that bad,
when you don't see all the ugly hotels, and there is not hundred people around.
Our time on the west coast, and in Hawaii, certainly turned me into a HUGE beach snob.
But I am still so thankful that I get to live near the beach, it makes me so happy.

The always thoughtful, and quiet Harry.
Try as I may, there was no way I could get him to smile.

The always crazy, and silly Clark.

The boys were so happy to play on the beach, Clark misses the waves and playing in the surf.
We are looking forward to summer, so much!

Eating Cupcakes

How do you eat a cupcake?  

Harry has his own special method, its quite messy, but he seems to like it, and it works for him.

First he likes to get to know the cupcake,

 mushing is around in his hands, taking it apart, smelling it,

deconstructing it bit by bit.

He takes special care in eating the icing.

Slowly, savoring each lick and bite.

Finally, after the cupcake is gone, he licks all his fingers, 

making sure no crumb gets left behind.

It may take awhile, but he knows how to get the job done.

Flashback Friday-Deimler Family

Deimler Family 1998

What cute little family we were... and still are.
My brothers look so young and innocent with their sweet little smiles.

I love how mine and Emma's hair look exactly the same, I don't think we had our own hair styles until we were in our teens, people used to always think we were twins.  And little baby Laura, going bald, you would never believe how much hair she has now.

I sure do love and miss my family!

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Happy Birthday Old Man!

I can't believe you are 35! So old...

Sorry you had kind-of a crappy birthday.  I will make it up to you next year, promise.

The boys had so much fun eating cake with you, and it was fun hanging out as a family.

I love you so much.  Thank you for being an awesome husband, and a thoughtful and loving father.

Being Dr. Jones

Clark loves Indiana Jones. 

A few weeks ago Jason found this old hat in the garage, from his mission, and gave it to Clark.

The first thing Clark said was, "Oh! Dr. Jones hat. Thanks Daddy, thank you so much".  It was pretty sweet.  He loves dressing up as Dr. Jones, with this hat and one of Jason's belts used as a whip.

He has the best little imagination.

I'm not too sure when his Indiana Jones obsession started, or why he calls him Dr. Jones instead of Indiana, but most days it is all he can talk about.  I think it is because he loves the Indiana Jones Lego games (for the Wii), he begs to play them everyday, all day long.  We've let him watch a couple of the movies, only certain parts -cause he is still too young for them, and he loves every minute of it.  We had a Indiana Jones marathon night a few weeks ago, and it was so much fun, he had the best time and was much too excited to go to bed that night.

He wears his hat to church, out to dinner, and even in the bath (that didn't end to well, and now the hat has a sad, weird shape to it).  He thinks any guy he sees wearing a hat is Dr. Jones.  He pretends to be scared of snakes, and he is always looking for a treasure.  Sometimes when we play Indiana Jones he calls me Marion, Marion is apparently his favorite girl :)  I think it is so sweet.

I love this fun stage with Clark and the imagination he has.

Happy 4th Birthday Clark!

Hey Clark, you got a little something on your face....

Clark's birthday was over a month ago, but since I was so sick I never got around to doing my annual happy birthday blog.  I feel sad I hardly took any pictures on his birthday, but we did have a nice little  celebration.  The day of his birthday we went out to dinner, and played some arcade games.  Then we stayed up super late eating ice cream and watching Star Wars.  The next day we took him to Toys R Us to choose his birthday presents, and spend some of his birthday money.  All he wanted was a new Lego Indiana Jones video game, we ended up buying him a new train table as well (his old one was broken, and too big for their room).  He also spent some of his birthday money getting some new Star Wars movies.  I was kind of surprised by the gifts he choose to get himself, I was sure he was going to want a hundred trains or a new light saber.

Clark really has such a great personality, he is growing into himself, and his sense of humor, more and more everyday.  He surprises me daily with new things he is saying or learning to do.  He loves going to school so much.  We have him going to pre-school at the local elementary school near our house, and we took him out of head start (both classes were just too much for him, and me).  He is so happy to get up everyday and go to school, and when he gets home he loves to show me any papers he made.  He has been learning about farms at school, and farm animals, he loves to sing Old McDonald Has A Farm, and he tells me all about the animals.  He goes to bed at night much easier than he used to, once we figured out he was afraid of the dark.  For months he would cry every night when it was time for bed, cry for hours, then finally one night he asked us to turn the light on and it clicked... now he goes right to bed, and I get to save myself one giant headache.  I am so thankful, and very proud of him, that he talks more... I love to hear him say his little prayers, and sing a song, or even just ask me for something.

Clark a little overwhelmed with his birthday cake, and candles on fire.

The weekend after his birthday we had Clark's best friend Porter, and his family, over for cake and ice cream.  Clark loves his friend so much, I think it is so sweet that he calls him MY Porter... not just any ones Porter, Clark's.  He is such a happy and social little boy, he makes friends where ever he goes.  He is always ready for a party and a good time.  He gets excited anytime the door bell rings, so sure that someone has come over to play with him.  I love that about him, so carefree and happy, so full of life.  I can't help but smile whenever I am around... unless he is being mischievous and naughty, which he is a lot as well, but always in good fun.

Clark blowing out his birthday candles.

Clark loved his (very small and low key) Star Wars party.

To my Clark,

Happy 4th birthday son.  I am so happy you were born, I am so happy you are MY Clark.  I couldn't live without you, and your laughter and bright shining face.  I love how happy you are to go to church, and sing songs about Jesus... please don't ever grow out of that.  I love that you love to eat ketchup sandwiches, even though they are really really gross.  I love watching Star Wars with you, and listening to you try to sing along to the music.  I feel like you grew up so much this year.  You experienced your first move (and probably not your last), your first real winter, going to school, and making new friends.  You are so brave, and confident.  I love when you say "thank you Mommy" and "I love you too".
Sometimes it is sad watching you grow up, and become less dependent on me, knowing that someday you won't need me at all... or *gasp* even like me very much.
Just you remember you will always be my baby, always.

Love Mommy.

Flashback Friday- Clark's Curly Mullet, and a Little Fatty Nugget

Today I am mourning the fact that my cute little baby boys are growing up...

way too fast.  

Clark is all boy, a terror of a little boy, causing mischief and messes where ever he goes.  And Harry is a mean little toddler, who is always ripping up my books and waking me up at 4am every morning.

Where did all the sweetness go???

 I miss Clark's curly little mullet.  All those sweet little curls and ringlets.  His hair isn't very curly here in Virginia, and I think it is one of the things I miss the most about living in Hawaii.  

I felt like his curls were so much apart of his personality. 

 Maybe this summer when the heat and humidity comes back, so will his curls.

 Here he is blowing out some bubbles.  His hair was so long, I never wanted to cut it or trim it.

We used to tease him that he looked like Richard Simmons.

Here is my chubilicious Harry, he is about 4 1/2 months here. 

 He was the biggest and cuddliest baby ever.

He is still very large and in charge, but all those cute chubby rolls are missing.  I remember he was so heavy to carry around, I could only hold him for short periods at a time before my arms would feel like they were going to fall off.

Clapping is so boring Mom.

I miss my favorite little fatty nugget.

They grow up way too fast.  Good thing I am having another.  

I hope the next one has really curly hair, or is deliciously cubby.