Jump Jump.
I know I’ve said it before but these two have such a good bond. They play well together, Bogie is super kind and thoughtful when it comes the Chunk, and Chunk just laughs and laughs when Bogie is around. 
(Can you just see Chunk saying, “Okay Mom, can you get this guy off my trampoline?)
Bogie got off the trampoline alright, and ran straight for the camera.
Move it or lose it Buddy!
And when I looked around to find Bogie, this is what he was doing. 
Oh, Brother.
Yesterday morning we headed up to some of our friends’ house. Of course we were armed with donuts, most of which were sprinkled in red, white, and blue.
They live right around the block from an annual Memorial Day Ride in our little city. So after we stuffed our faces with some good coffee, breakfast goodies, and fruit we walked right on over to catch the ride. Bogie of course, took his donut with him.
Popular haircut?
And then the ride began. Nearly 50 minutes of Harley Davidson’s cruisin along with American Flags and arms waving high.
Bogie wanted to wave the big flag so he just made himself at home. 
It was a lot of fun and we were home in time for the Chunk to take his nap.
Thanks for inviting us Valenti’s.
For all of the Veterans, Soldiers, and Family Members of our Armed Forces.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
Sincerely,
The Dunbars
you were looking for the fridge magnets, they’re in the toaster. 
Some creative little fingers were hard at work, I think I pulled out 12 of those magnets. 
Silly silly boy.
And I just heard Bogie scream at Monkey, “You can’t joke with the little people!!”
I don’t know.
Is there a word that rhymes with orange now?
This past weekend we added “orange” to our color repertoire.
Do you see a future black belt here? He looked like he was going to kill someone. But the boy was on Cloud Nine if there ever was one. 
Seriously, he would not smile. 
My sweet sweet boy is getting so big. 
We like to send mail to our far away cousins. So when I read on Pinterest of all the neat things you could send through that blue box I was on the lookout for something fun for a surprise. Well of course we found them in the Dollar Spot at Target.
My partner and I walked right up to the post man and asked how much postage we needed to mail these. The post lady (actually) thought we were nuts and went to got ask if these could indeed be mailed.
Yup. They were a go and for $1.95 each they were on their way. 
Cousins just called and said that they received them.
Snail mail sure can be fun.
As always in the Dunbar home… a little snippet of keeping it real from Mother’s Day.
Someone was calling “MooooOOOOOMMMMM” from the crib at 5am. Someone else threw a bag at my face with a muffin baked probably a week ago, while I was still in bed. Another someone was pleading from the toilet for “Someone to wipe him.” Mr. Dunbar did relieve me of baby duty and let me sleep for an extra half hour, in which he did go get Starbucks. When I got up, the Nordstrom bag was waiting for me on the chair, with the running shoes I had requested, receipt and all. Since I slept in so late there was no time to wash and dry my hair so I threw it back into a pony as we headed to church. My mom and dad and MIL were in attendance and afterward we had a nice lunch at BJ’s while someone was always chasing the Chunk. Since it was a special occasion we had a pizzookie; sugar overload for my boys. All I wanted was a nap when we got home but everyone insisted on bouncing off the walls in their rooms. No naps were had by anyone so we decided to go on a bike ride. Bogie hit a rock and fell on the way back home. My plans of no dishes, no laundry, no floors were kicked to the curb by 5pm. If I didn’t start now, I’d only pay for it later. At 7pm Mr. Dunbar and I put on a movie, (original Karate Kid… a real chick flick) so I could somewhat relax while folding laundry. The Joy.
Every day is Mother’s Day. Every day someone is calling me, tugging on me, needing me in some way for some reason. So while it wasn’t an ideal Mother’s Day, it was a day for me to reflect on these boys of mine that have made me a mom; each of them with their little quirks and smirks make me laugh and drive me crazy. And I know some day I’ll get the day off to go shopping or actually get to sleep in. For now I’ll take the craziness that consumes our days.
My Mother’s Day may have not been the Hallmark movie that we all envision, we are actually more like the Comedy Channel around here, but it was in fact perfect. Dunbar Style.
Even when they’re sad, or in trouble…
Even when they do things they aren’t supposed to do…
and then smile about it.
Even when they go head-first into the wrong direction…
Remember that this is your life’s greatest work and this is the world’s hardest job. But God entrusted them to you.
Trying to swallow my own advice today, but most definitely wishing you a love–filled Mother’s Day.
