Kimball is playing T-ball, and even though McKay was sad that he couldn't be on a team, he has fun practicing in the backyard. (Poor kid, he is always being told that he is not old enough to do what his brother is doing.) Kimball's team is the Angels, and they had their first game today. Kimball said his favorite part was pitching and batting. (The fact that he played in the dirt when he was in the outfield kinda gave me a hint.) It was fun to watch him play, and after he made it to home, ran to me for a love and a kiss. McKay is going to be a blast to watch when he turns five too... it's serious business when he plays in the back yard.

Rabbits and Birthdays

This week has been craziness for us, and so I'll try to wrap it up in as few words as possible. Hopefully you won't get bored, but if you do... just stop reading. Because of our wonderful computer issues, I never mentioned that we got a rabbit for Easter. He was so cute and fluffy. The boys chose to name him Thumper (super original, I know). We've loved him. We've played with him and held him, and really grown attatched to the small little animal. (I honestly can't believe how attatched I get to animals).

Anyway, Monday I had some friends over and we were just chatting away when Kimball came in crying. He said that Thumper wasn't moving. I went and checked, and sure enough, he had died. It was so sad. I couldn't help crying. I kept thinking I was embarrassed because my friends were there, and I couldn't hold it in, but I just sat holding the rabbit and cried. I guess it was even harder knowing how he died. Anyway, my sweet Kimball, with mountains of faith, went in his room to pray that Heavenly Father would let Thumper start moving again. I did my best to explain that Thumper was going to stay with Heavenly Father and Jesus and his body wouldn't move anymore. It broke my heart. The week went on and we prayed and talked about Thumper a lot, but at least the tears faded.
On Thursday, Kimball had his FIFTH birthday. Seriously... how does that happen? He was so excited. He made up his own guest list and settled on a "Top Gun" birthday party. Here's a slide show of the parties. (He had a friend party on Thursday and then a family party on Friday).

The birds and the bees?

• Kimball: "Mom, who's tummy did you come out of?"
• Me: "Grammy's"
• Kimball: "And Daddy?"
• Me: "Grandma's"
• Kimball: "And Kimball and McKay and Benson came out of your tummy?"
• Me: "That's right, that is why I am your mommy."
• Long pause...
• Kimball: "Mommy, did you eat me?"
  

New outlook on blogging

Okay, so everyone knows my computer is on its last leg, and we are just dragging our feet about spending the money on a new one. But, in the mean time, I have decided to make my blog private. If you know me, and you say you are my friend... then be willing to say who you are. Leave me a comment or send me an email letting me know if you want to be invited. I am setting up a TEMPORARY email adress for those of you who may want to email me without letting the rest of the world know what your email address is. Email me at my3sonsgoingprivate@hotmail.com or just leave a comment letting me know. Sorry if this is annoying, but when I find out that someone visits my blog more than I do, but refuses to let me know who they are... something has to be done.