Gummer.

This is how Sam spends the majority of his day.  Gumming away.  The targets in these photos: Grandma and Grandpa's knuckles AND a little plastic heart that doesn't lie: Sammy is totally a QT pie.

One unfortunate incident caused Grandma to cry out, "OUCH, my arthritic finger!"

Kill me now, because that was the funniest thing ever!  Although, not so funny thinking about my parents being old enough to HAVE arthritic fingers.  My mom will forever be forty-five in my mind.  That's how I think of her.  It's hard to see the people you love get older. And not just parents.

In little ways I see my older boys needing me less, which is great.  They need to learn independence.  I don't want them living at home all their life.  Gag.

But, letting them go tugs at my heart strings, too.  This is actually pretty funny, feeling this way.  They're only 10 and 8.  It's not like they're graduating this year:).  They still have a LONG way to go. But before I know it, they really WILL be graduating.

"Carpe Diem.  Seize the day, boys.  Make your lives extraordinary."  

I hope and hope and hope they will (fingers crossed, knock on wood, etc. etc.).

(If anyone can guess what movie THAT line is from, props to you!  It was one of my favorites growing up; however, watching it now, I'm surprised my mom let me watch it so much as a kid.  That being said, it's still a great movie.)