{First & Seconds}

I was sad and happy for the boys' first day of school. Sad because I would be sending off my baby to kindergarten, but happy for Kaden that he would be getting to experience a different learning environment and have fun with newly made friends. Kaleb already knew what to expect and was looking forward to going back to school and seeing his buddies.

{My big boy sporting some new duds and a nice scrape on his first day of school}

I had prepped for the first day of school...I bought both boys new monogrammed backpacks and lunch pails. They had new shoes and shirts to start a new year of school fresh and I even made special little love notes to put in their lunch boxes. 

It was a gorgeous sunny morning on their first day of school and on beautiful mornings like that I often allow them to play outside before we leave if they are ready early. A decision that morning I now regret. Kyle went out with them while I finished packing up their backpacks with various items. The next thing I knew all 3 of them came in frantically and Kaden was crying with pain. 

{My Kaden on his second try of his first day of school}

 My little trickster decided that on his first day of kindergarten he would also try his first bike trick...well it didn't turn out well. He flipped over the handle bars and landed on his nose. Luckily there was no head injuries because in the Robinson house we always wear our helmets and so should you! Unfortunately, his nose took the brunt of the trauma and quickly started to swell.

So after we dropped Kaleb off at school and did the annual first day of school pictures and goodbye hugs and kisses we checked in with the school nurse. She took a look at Kaden's nose and recommended we get it checked. Instead of taking my baby to his first day of kindergarten we were taking him on his first trip to the ER. It was a not so fun morning full of waiting and examinations. Turns out he fractured his sweet nose. After his initial crying from the pain of the accident he didn't even seem phased by the injury. He enjoyed the rest of the day at home with me and I got my baby for one more day of summer vacation.

His second try at his first day of school was much more successful!

{Last Bits of Summer}

Before summer was over and we went back to full days of school and busy schedules we made sure to have a lot of fun. We enjoyed an air show with my dad and explored the Painted Mines near Calhan, Colorado. Today on a day where I woke up to below zero temperatures, I sure do miss the carefree, warm days of summer. I am already making a list of all the summer adventures I want to go on next year.  

{15 Reasons}

why I am crazy about my boys...

#1. Their love is absolutely unconditional. They love me for me! Whether that be the pajama clad, crazy bun mommy or the frazzled, stressed, on laundry duty strike mommy. Their precious love grounds me and reminds me what is truly important. 

#2. They are cute without even having to try. The things they say, the way they say things, the things they do, it is just all so cute. I still even think their little boy farts, though smelly, are pretty darn cute! The same does not go for my hubby. 

#3. They love to dance and so do I. Some of my favorite moments spent in our home are when we have our impromptu dance parties. I love watching them get their groove on and just have no inhibitions. They even put up with my techno music. 

#4. They are so silly! Just think if adults didn't take themselves so seriously all of the time. There would be more smiles on faces everywhere. Kids live to have fun and my boys are no exception. They thrive on smiling and being silly and being silly is part of their everyday life. I love the silly way they pretend to have accents or speak another language. I love the silly way they wrestle together  . I love the sweet giggles that come from their silliness. I hope they never ever take themselves too seriously and always choose to be silly.

#5. Their hearts are full of compassion. Compassion is one of the most important traits I believe a person can have and because I find it so important I have been exposing my boys to as much acts of compassion as possible. I want them to desire to help others and have open, loving hearts for those in need. I see their compassion developing all the time in their words and their actions. We will be driving and come upon a crash and I will start to hear them pray for those involved in the accident. I hear compassion in their prayers and see it in the little acts of kindness they do all of the time.

#6. They are handsome. I look into those green eyes and swoon. Somedays I can't believe they are mine. God has blessed me with such beautiful, healthy boys. 

#7. They are themselves. Each of my boys are developing their personalities and they couldn't be more different. Kaleb is my creative, compassionate, sensitive and driven child. Kaden is my loving, funny, witty, and easy going child. In their differences I find what makes them so very special and what makes them...them! I would not change anything about them for anything because then they wouldn't be who God meant for them to be.

#8. There hope is in God. My boys have God in their life on a daily basis and to hear words of love and respect for Him is so amazing. They are starting to truly understand the magnitude of what He has done for us and to see their relationship continually grow with Him as well is beautiful.

#9. They love zombies. I love zombies, they love zombies...we are cool...enough said!

#10. Days spent with them, although not always perfect because nothing is perfect, are an adventure. We could be having a bicker free day or a little kid fight club kinda day, but each day is always different and challenges me to be a better parent. I think I learn more from those challenging days than those days where things run smoothly. It is in those challenges that I grow. I may go to sleep discouraged, but I always wake up with a renewed spirit to be a better mommy to boys.

#11. Even though I am getting old, I will be 30 this next year, they make me feel young. Their zest for life and playful spirits are good for me. Playing tag on the playground or building with them brings me back to my childhood and reminds me of how their childhood is a special, formative time.

#12. They will still cuddle with me and promise to still cuddle with me even when they are teenagers. I will be holding them to that!

#13. They are like their Daddy. Each of my boys carry pieces of their Daddy with them. They will do something or say something and I stop dead in my tracks and think to myself that was so Kyle and it makes me smile. To see parts of the man I love coming out in the boys is like a gift to me and I believe it is one way God reminds me why I fell in love with Kyle. They both have their Daddy's great sense of humor  and I get to experience that on a daily basis.

#14. I could be having a horrible day and one smile from one of them just melts away the sadness or stress and brings a smile to my face. They always know how to make me feel better. 

#15. They have helped me to become a better person. Looking back at my life before I was mother, I have can clearly see that I have done so much growing. I know that my boys have helped me to be more aware of how blessed I am and to know for sure which direction I want my life to go in. They make me want to be a better person, even though somedays they make me a crazy person.

{Endless Fun}

The boys and their cousin Grayson are at such a fun age...the age of exploration and trying new things. Papi & Gigi decided this summer to get some dirt bikes for the boys to ride on their property and it instantly became a hit. Each time we go to their home up in Monument it ends up being an all day dirt bike fest. I typically have to force them inside for a lunch break. I even think if I didn't remind them to go to the bathroom they would forget to go themselves. They are out there on their bikes zooming around like bees around a hive with little dirt clouds close behind each of them and they love it. After a day out on the bikes the boys end up happy, dirty...very dirty, and exhausted. I see many memorable years to come riding those bikes!

Kyle was super patient and did a great job teaching the boys how to ride.

Jackson is still too little to ride, but he loves watching his cousins and brother

Kaden insisted on wearing his pants like this for dirt biking.

Dirty, sweaty, and most importantly very cute boys.

Nothing like a refreshing, cool treat after a long day of dirt biking. 

I asked them, "Who had fun dirt biking today?" They all instantly raised their hands.