We love you man... Happy birthday.

This afternoon I was playing with Tate in his room. He has a truck that has a winch on the front with a hook. He was holding it up, and trying to hang a pair of his pants on the hook. He tried this a couple of times before giving up because they kept falling on the floor.

"Dad, whenever I play with the hooker my pants fall on the floor."

"Excuse me? When you play with the hooker your pants fall on the floor?"

"Yep."

"Just checking."

Tonight at bedtime I was trying to get the kids all through their evening routine. Noah was in the shower and I was getting some pajamas out for Tate. I told Tate to put on his pajamas and come out. A few minutes later he came out in different pajamas than I left out for him. I said, "It's okay if you want to wear those jammies but you need to put away the ones I left out for you."

Tate said, "Actually, you are really the one who got them out. You put them away."

Tate, Noah, and I are sitting here at the computer midway through the USU-Oklahoma football game. It's been an good game, with a few dumb turnovers that are keeping us from really contesting. Well, as we were watching, Borel threw a dumb interception, and on the ESPN gamecast, it just shows up as a line that's the other team's color. Noah asked, "What happened? Why is the line red?" I said that it was because they took the ball away from us.

This really bothered Tate. "Is Yokahoma going to give us the ball back? That's mean if you take something away and don't give it back. If Yokahoma doesn't give us the ball back I'm going to punch them and call them big fat losers. Yokahoma will want to run home if they don't give the ball back and I call them big fat losers."

While I was trying to get Tate to lay down and take a nap today, I said to him, "I love you, Tate."

His response? "I love punching you in the face when you make me take a nap."

Today at sacrament the kids were being noisy and fighting while they were passing the sacrament around. I sat Tate down and said, "We need to be quiet now, so other people can think about Jesus. You should be thinking about Jesus now too." Tate responded, loudly, in the quiet and reverent room, "But Daddy, Jesus isn't real!" "Yes he is!" "No he's not! He's not here yet!"

Aubrey then whispered to me, "We are so fired."

We got new pictures of Jack and Noah taken recently and finally picked them up last night. I loaded them into the frames this afternoon and when I took Noah's frame off of the wall to put the new picture in Tate said, "Oh, sorry Noah...You're not in our family anymore, Mom took your picture down."

47 pictures left on the memory card after Tate got a hold of the camera this morning. 47. There were easily 250 pictures on it last night...maybe 300. They went all the way back to Christmas dinner last year...

Of the 47 pictures left there were 3 that had not been taken by Tate immediately after clearing the card. 3.

Luckily I just uploaded pictures last night. So they're all here. Not as high res as they would have been fresh off of the camera...but at least they aren't GONE gone. I'd probably have to throw up if they were all really gone.

So I guess that is one more thing we can add to the list of stuff Tate has destroyed.

Kindergarten countdown: 3 years 3 months 2 weeks and 3 days.

UPDATE: Dad was able to come home and work some computery magic and recovered 399 pictures in a few minutes! Yay Dad!

Yesterday afternoon Sam and the kids were hanging out here for a bit after Sam and I spent the day volunteering at the school. Dylan had the kids all grouped up running football plays in the hallway. He was handing out positions and I heard him tell someone "You be the quarterback." At which point Tate demonstrated his football knowledge by squealing "Our quarter is back! Our quarter was lost but now it is back!"

Yeah, that one would be my kid. :)