I think his shirt says it all....

A Sucker Puppy

I offered Gunner some Reese's peanut butter cups a minute ago, which he is a huge fan of, to which he replies, "Of course, you know I'm a puppy for those." A puppy? I even confirmed that's what he said. Puppy? Sucker? Same difference. That's how we roll.

One, two, three...

...as crazy as can be! Christopher went thru my facebook wall today, pulling every status he could find about something crazy the boys did, and putting them on here. The plan is to make it super easy to see the silliness that belongs to each boy by making labels for all of them. Then we can all bask in their weirdness without any complications. Great, right? I thought so anyway. 
The pic included is of this blog's little stars. They were living big rock star style with their olympic sized swimming pool. Well, maybe if you squint, and look sideways... But what matters is that they had fun, right?

Here Comes Trouble (first edition)

They say two is company, three's a crowd.  When it comes to kids though, it could be said that three is just too dang many! Hats off to Mrs. Duggar. I could not do what she does. My three little boys keep me so busy, and always guessing at what may happen next- I think any more may just tip the balance a little too far.
Chris and I have now been parents for nearly six years. Ever since our oldest child, Gunner, started talking, we have always said "We should write this stuff down. We couldn't make this up!" Throw two more unique children, Shooter and Archer, into the mix, and you've got some rather amusing '-isms, stories and experiences.  Finally today, after finding the tv remote control in a cereal box, hearing one boy ask another if he wanted to smell his arm pit, and finding gum in my sleeping baby's ear, I thought I would take the initiative to record some of this madness. Here it is. I plan to just post as these wonderful occurences happen. I anticipate with three boys for there to always be plentiful material to share!
If you wonder where the name of the blog came from, check out the pic. I found these shirts once, that couldn't have been more perfect. Three monsters, and "Here Comes Trouble"... Our life couldn't be summed up any better. Enjoy!

Shooter to Gunner- "Do you wanna smell my arm pit?" Gunner says no. Being considerate, Shooter offers "Wanna smell my other arm pit then?"

Check out my prize in my cereal box this morning. It's our remote control that went missing yesterday. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried!

Archer just smelled Chris' goatee and said "OH!! That smells AWFUL!" Are you really surprised?!?

Gunner has been listening to us too much... He just got mad at his brothers and said "When yall grow up, I'm going to come to your house and break all your stuff!" Then he threatened to have them arrested. Brotherly love!

I walked into the living room, to find Shooter holding a bra. Me- "Shooter... Put. That. Down." Shooter- "But Mama, I want boobies!" What!?!?!?!?

I lay down on the bed on my stomach... So Archer sits on me and says Get up, you cow! Then he pulls my hair. So I sit up...and he hits me in the head with a pillow. Who is teaching him this stuff? Really?!?

So, did anyone at Midway hear Archer talking to his Pawpaw once singing stopped this morning at the end of church service? He was very loudly and distinctly saying "I'm going to knock you into next week!" Awesome.