Yes, I decorated it myself :)
Cole, after eating as much hotdog with ketchup as we would give him, is ready for some cake
With the scary look on Mama's face, no wonder he's looking at her instead of the cake.
Feels intersting... 
Please, Mom, this is a little embarrasing being recorded shoving this sugary goodness in my mouth.
Who cares!! Yeeehawww!!! Cake on my face, cake in my hair, cake in my ears, and a few bites actually made it in my mouth!
Oops...stray piece of corn left over from dinner. It was good before I had the cake. Now that I had the cake, the corn is not so good...rejected. 
The Dent Men - Cole was the one who soiled his shirt with dinner and cake...we don't normally wear snowman shirts in August - make no mistake, it's hot here :)
All 4 of us
This play phone from Mimi has been a big hit
The older kids were happy to help unwrap presents, but Tyson got a little of the action too.
Winding up 
Swing and a miss!
Contact!
We have to work on one of the fundamentals of the game..."Keep your eye on the ball"...notice his eyes are closed in both pictures where he actually hits the ball. Baby steps...
He just smiles and giggles. What a little chump. 
If you want to slouch your pants but your Mama won't let you, try this trick. Slouch one pair of your little brother's pants, AND wear a regular pair that covers your hind end. Everyone's happy! 
It does make playing a bit harder, but you gotta sacrifice for fashion.
Tonight, after 45 minutes of reading books with Cole, I told him it was time for bed. I grab his cup and head for his room. He comes, weeping, behind me. Usually he says he doesn't want to go to bed, but it's not a meltdown. I try to calm him down and finally he controls himself enough to say "I want to ___". He repeats it over and over while I rack my brain trying to remember what this word might be that he's using. Finally he says it a little clearer. "I want to race." "You want to race to bed?" "Yah," he says. So we come back out to the living room, turn around, and race back to his bedroom and of course he wins. We get to his bed and he says quietly to himself, "There, that's better," and hops in bed.
Daddy plays church softball in the summer and fall, and one day Miss Page said she would watch me since Tyson goes to bed too early for Mama to take me to the games. So I went and had a grand time watching the game and playing with Freeman and Evan. The next day I told Mommy, "Momma...we say 'Go 'Deemer!'...that's what we say at the baseball game...and we say 'Go Daddy Go!'...We say that at the baseball game too. Go 'Deemer! Go Daddy!" (for clarification, "'Deemer" is Redeemer, our church). I was VERY proud to tell Momma what Miss Page taught me at the baseball game.
Cole gets scared relatively easily, especially if we're rough-housing with him. I was playing with him one day, not doing anything scary, and he started whining. "What's wrong?" I ask. He pouts out, "Mama's being scary." "No, Momma's not scary. Come on, we're just playing." He comes back vehemently, "Yes, she IS scary!"
Potato Heads accoring to Cole...maybe he should be a podiatrist...the feet are the only things in the right spot on all 3.
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