After two games of bowling, they quickly noticed that the bowling alley had laser tag too. "Oh Mama can we please play tag, please, please, please!!!" Ok, I am a softy, especially for something that I think looks like fun too! And they actually had a blast. Here are the 3 musketeers in full gear. I wouldn't want to meet Yasha or Justin in a dark alley (but Josh looks as friendly as ever)!

My friend's son caught 2 fish and Yasha caught one HUGE bullfrog! I am not sure what else can fit in my garage. All I can say is I am glad we have a 3-car garage and only 2 cars, because that 3rd stall is FILLED with boy stuff including 2 frogs (original tadpoles from several weeks ago), 2 beetles, various grashoppers, moths -- and, for a very short period, one huge bullfrog. Unfortunately, Yasha put him in a really large plastic tub, but the big guy must have jumped out and is now MIA. I REALLY hope there is not a bullfrog somewhere near or in my car. Can anyone with boys relate?? :o)



As a side note, just so you can get the full effect, while we were at the petting zoo, I needed to get on a conference call. So about 5 min before my call, I get the boys all set up with fishing poles, bait, get them on the dock, bait their hooks and sit them down for some relaxing fishing...well, not 1 minute into my call, Yasha catches a huge fish and he is scared to unhook it. So while I am on my call, I have to unhook the fish and re-bait the hook. Then Alek is done with fishing (5 minutes later) and wanders off to the area where you can drive toy tractors. Fortunately, I can keep my eye on both of them. I teach Yasha how to take the fish off the hook so I don't have to do that anymore...meanwhile, many mothers are giving me dirty looks because I am on my cell phone and not helping my boys...ugh!!! Grace, grace, grace I need it BUT MOSTLY, these incidents make me realize how much more I need to give it, give it, give it!!!




This morning, Scott took the boys fishing and on a picnic. They had fun and Yasha caught a huge 18" fish! Unfortunately, he thought he was going to get to bring it home with us (like the tadpoles) and so he was HUGELY disappointed when Scott said no. I had driven to the lake just to see this monster fish, and so then he turned to me, "Please Mama, Please, Pa-jahloosta (please) can we bring it home???" We had to present a unified front, so consequently...no fish came home today and after many tears, we left the dock to come home. It was sad, but nothing that a little quiet time at home didn't solve. When he came out of his room he was all smiles and we asked him if he wanted to go on a bike ride to the park and he said, "Yes!!" One of our first major tests of saying no....I think we passed.
Tonight for a change, Yasha wanted to read us a story at bedtime. Scott and I have been climbing in bed with him in the middle and reading him a story in English. Tonight, he picked up the book, "The Wizard of Oz" that we had bought in Russia for Alek. We asked him if he knew the story and he said yes -- go figure! He read to us 1 chapter in Russian. It was a good day.



