My Cute Boys

We were in church on Sunday and we had some recently returned missionaries and a Pre RM speaking. I explained to Topher what a "missionary" was and asked him if he was going to go on a mission. He thought for a second and said "No Mom, I don't go on a mission" I asked him why he didn't want to go on a mission. He said "Mom, I go on THREE missions!" ;) (I told him that sounds like a good idea).

I think that Justin is going to grow up REAL tough...if he survives to the age of 2. I came upstairs, checked on the boys and they were fine. They were all just sitting and watching a movie. So I decided to empty the dishwasher (I'm glad that I didn't decide to do something downstairs). I had only emptied 2 or 3 plates when I turned around and saw Ethan with Justin in a scissor hold. Justin was just sitting there chillin' like there was nothing unusual about his brother "wrestling" with him. My goodness...I guess what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger huh?

Other than playing too rough sometimes, Ethan takes GREAT care of his little brother. When we were outside yesterday he was playing and Justin started crying and he stopped playing IMMEDIATELY and starts yelling "Justin, you OK...I come, I come!" and he ran over to Justin and gave him his bottle and comforted him until he stopped crying and then he went back to play when he was satisfied that Justin was alright.