Clayton, age 1 1/2 months. This little monkey just turned 3.
Joel, age 1 1/2 years, with Chet, who'd just turned 2. Now these boys are 4 1/2 and almost 5...time flies.
I have no new pictures at this time...my camera batteries died and I have yet to recharge them. Anyway, maybe old ones will suffice for now.
Clayton is our musical boy and is always singing. His latest favorite is an old song about Smokey the Bear. He knows almost all the words because we have it on a CD. When he sings it in his little three-year-old voice I can't help but smile. It goes like this:
'Mokey da Bear, 'Mokey da Bear. Powlin' and gowlin' and 'niffin' na air. He can find a fire, 'fore it 'tarts a 'lame! Dat's why they call 'im 'Mokey da Bear's name!
The real words are like this:
Smokey the Bear, Smokey the Bear. Prowlin' and a-growlin' and a-sniffin' the air. He can find a fire, before it starts to flame! That's why they call him Smokey, that was how he got his name!
Last night it stormed a little. The lightning was constant, just little flashes everywhere. Clayton hates storms and last night he woke up at 3:15, carried all his blankets, plus his sippy cup upstairs to our bedroom, and crawled in with us. He lays curled up next to me and says, "Cover my ears." So I put my hand over his ear, and he puts his hand firmly on top of mine for extra good muffling. Everytime I tried to move my hand, he grabbed on tighter and wouldn't let me budge it. We laid like that for 40 minutes, well after that last thunder clap. Finally he allowed me to carry him back down to his bed.

















































