Don't worry. I'm a ninja.

this Little Mess is keeping me on my toes. His can usually be found playing in an open dishwasher, under the sink or halfway up the stairs. He won't stay still for a diaper change and he screams when I am changing his clothes... which is often because the mess that he always is. But he can be a sweetheart too and is quickly stealing the spotlight away from his charismatic older brother.

this poser has more personality than his body can handle. Sadly, he didn't get the memo that says church socks aren't cool to wear with shorts and tennis shoes. He says something everyday that is blog worthy, but I have been terrible at documenting. Last week, I found Zack and Simon both with their mouths FULL of styrofoam. I scolded Zack and after he spit his out, he said, "But Mom! It was Simon's idea!" Something tells me that line is going to get used often.

Our little Music Man likes to move the keyboard to the floor so he can play with his feet. Youtube has given him recent piano lessons and he can now play two Star Wars songs, the theme to Harry Potter & Indiana Jones and the "I like to move it, move it" jig. Luke is constantly changing my Google background with pictures that will make us laugh. Let's just say that Zack's tush has graced the computer screen several times.

Mr. Goody Two Shoes has spent his summer reading away. He checked this book out from the library last week and it has slightly improved his joke telling (although, not by much.) A few days ago, Ben came to me very concerned and said, "Mom, only 51% of me wants to be a paleontologist." I asked him what the other 49% of him wanted to be and he shrugged his shoulders saying, "maybe a comedian?" I patted him on the back and told him not to worry about it right now. He is so structured and un-funny that the thought of him being a comedian made me laugh out loud.

This beautiful girl is leaving Vegas in two short days. Her friends came down last weekend and they partied like it was 1999. I've just loved having Cindy here and have tried to brace myself for the emptiness we will feel when she's gone. My biggest regret these past few months is the lack of blogging I've done to document our fun summer. But having her around has been so much more than visiting museums, swimming and hanging out together. She has become one of my boys' best friends and she has been such a great help to me. She plays games with my kids, fixes the baby a bottle when he cries and replaces my garage remote battery when it dies. She is 51% goodness and 49% sunshine.

This player has a thing for younger women. His life sucks right now because he doesn't watch or play sports. He is so busy with work and church duties that we don't see much of him. Lucky for me, his car still has problems so every once in a while I get to drive him to and from work. All sarcasm aside, I always love spending time with him. A few days ago, I was struggling to change a poopy diaper, so Aaron came to my rescue and pinned down the baby's arms. But even two adults couldn't do the job, and we ended up holding Simon in the air to try to strap a new diaper on. I looked at Aaron and quietly said, "These are the best years of our lives."

This is me. I only wear make-up on Sundays. I made several gallons of fresh salsa last week for a ward Mexican Fiesta and my house still smells like garlic and onions. I am slightly depressed because I really don't want summer to end. I've spent my days reading, playing with the kids, exploring the city & watching chick-flicks with my sis. My favorite time of the day is 9 PM. I read to the kids each night and we rotate between Fabelhaven, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. I would rather read Anne of Green Gables or The Secret Garden, but I am satisfied with the lot of boys that I've been given. I am looking forward to another year of homeschool and know that we are all going to learn a lot. Yes, I am overwhelmed, but I find solace wearing my TMNT shirt that says, "Don't Worry. I'm a Ninja." Believe it or not, that phrase can really lift your spirits when you're in a pickle.