Sneaky

Who likes to eat and eat and eat whatever yummy thing he can find?

Well, here are some guesses:

• He has big round cheeks and a big round belly.
• He calls most things he sees, "mama".
• His hair is so wispy that it always looks tousled.
• He climbs on tables and chairs no matter the height.

If you guessed Angus, well, that is correct.

(Here he found a Resee's Peanut Butter Cup that belonged

to Jonas. He hid and was ever so quiet with his chocolate

treat.)

Let's play sports

Here's something we Armenta's are not really into...Sports. Hence the gaining of weight by Jeremiah and I. We know we need to move more, maybe not by doing a particular sport, but exercising by any other means would be helpful for our health and our appearance.

Blah!

Jonas and I won this little white ball from one of those fifty cent claw machines. The day after we brought it home, he was curious about how to play soccer. He was playing in the front living room. He'd take breaks to get some water or to tell me something. Then he'd say, "Okay, I have to go play more sports."

We walked to the field by the house and played a little. I really want him to play some kind of sport when he starts kindergarten or something. So that he doesn't grow up to be like I was. Never interested in any sport related activity. I know, so far, he likes baseball and soccer. That's a start.

Shop boys

Dear Miah,

I saw these photos of you and the boys and I just had to post them so that we don't forget how beautiful our boys are. I know work needs to get done and you are the one who has to do it. I also know you miss them a bunch and they miss you too, just as much. Can't wait for work to slow down a bit so you can catch your breath and enjoy these two boys as much as possible.

Love you,

Mona

Summer style

Jonas in his preferred summer outdoor/indoor wear.

When he gets home from school, the store, or just about

anywhere, he instantly undresses down to his undies.

At least he knows he needs to wear clothes when we

go out.

A day at the park

We walked to the park on Friday because it was cloudy, but as we stepped out of the house the sun poked its head out. Ah, the sun. Can't you just hide a bit longer for us to take a nice walk, so that we don't feel as if we are going to burn alive. We made it to the shop, where luckily, Miah had bought us some Subway (he knows how much we like to eat). Jonas and I agreed on a picnic at the park.

First thing we did when we arrived at the park was eat. It was a long walk, we were hungry. The boys played together. Angus is big enough to climb up the slide all by himself. Jonas was excited about that. He saw some kids his age approach the playground and said, "Maybe they can play with me." Then he thought and spoke again, "I'll just play with Angus." That makes me happy. To know that they have each other to play with and have fun.

After eating, sliding, playing, running, falling, a scraping of the knee and a bump from a swing later we were thirsty and ready to head home. Being too tired to walk back, we had Miah pick us up. Thank God Miah works so close, I don't think I could have walked any further than the parking lot.

I wish the weather was like this more often, so that we don't have to wait until it's right around the boys bedtime to go outside.

Can't wait for fall!

What are these two boys going to want when they are older? Hmm, let me guess...

Could it be, motorcycles!

I am going to be one worried mother and wife when they are all out riding together. Good thing that is many years away, but then again, time sure is passing us by quickly.

A little rain, goes a long way

We wish it would rain more often. When it did rain, or sprinkle a bit we were definitely outside enjoying the weather. Too bad it didn't last long. The boys love getting muddy.

Angus watches what big brother does all the time. He knows a lot because of Jonas.

They are so sweet together.

Books, books and more books, please!

I've been reading to Jonas since he was Angus' age (15 months old). When I read at bedtime, Angus doesn't sit still at all, but I can tell he is beginning to show an interest in books. He walks over to the book shelf in Jonas' room and pulls about ten of them off the shelf and opens each one up, points at the pictures, laughs.

Jonas loves books. He picks out the books he wants me to read to him at the library.

When I saw them sitting in the room, both with books in their laps, I couldn't help but feel good about myself.

My mom and I would spend hours at the library when I was younger. She would be in the spanish section, which was actually very close to the children's section. Those days were different, or so they seemed. I would explore on my own, while she would look for her books, then we'd meet at a table and each dive into our findings.

We went to the library yesterday and for the first time in a long time, Jeremiah joined us. It was nice to have him there, as opposed to it just being me, having to keep an eye on two boys that want to go in two different directions. Last time I went by myself I lost my phone. Luckily, the young kid who found it, actually returned it.

Jonas and I did our rounds, walking through the picture book aisles. Jonas picking his bedtime books, asking me what the names were and stuffing them in our bag. We checked out 30 items. Five of those were dvd's, the rest, all books. We have read all our books and have re-read our favorites.

I can't wait for Angus to be ready to enjoy listening to a story. For now, he would much rather jump on the bed, throw toys out of the sorter box or sit and look through a book he grabs from the bookshelf, while Jonas and I lie in bed reading.

Out of sorts

These past few days have me feeling rather down and I can't explain why. Maybe it's the weather, I don't know. I want to wake up feeling good and refreshed, but with little sleep it's just not working out that way. Every night I tell myself that I will be in bed early and as soon as the boys are asleep, I feel tired enough to just lay down and drift off to sleep, but I don't. By that time, I have time for myself- time for me to watch some mind-numbing T.V., talk to Miah or just sit and do...nothing.

There lies my big mistake, I should get myself ready for bed, maybe do some yoga, something productive that will help me feel better the next day. But I'm drained at the end of the day that I just don't want to do anything at all.

Call me lazy, whatever. I know I'm not because I am constantly doing stuff around the house, tending to two little boys who need lots of attention. Yet, when I wake up in the morning, the house looks as though it has never been cleaned. Ahhh!

I'll put it this way, as Jack Kerouac once wrote: "If I do nothing nothing does."

In the moment