Happy Valentine's Day!

How we spent our Valentine's night: hosting dinner for these gentlemen and a little lady.
How many dates did you have for Valentine's, Eliette? More than she could shake a stick at! {Such a Southern expression, am I right?}

We had home-made pizza....ran out of pizza, and then had to order pizza!
Oh, these boys. I mean to tell you---we have hit the point where the appetites are definitely increasing. Two large pizzas to feed 6 boys? That's no longer enough. Crazy.... They're just growing boys.

The conversation at the table was hilarious. They were seriously discussing dragon farts. No lie. "Do you think there are flames that come out, or just puffs of bad smelling air?"  May I never forget this age!

"Fart." Not a word we've used too often here at the Casa de Lainey Paney. It's just not. Gage just recently 'graduated' to using it. "Mom, it's not cool to say 'toot.' Nobody in the third grade says that." {Well, maybe you guys shouldn't spend so much time talking about flatulence!} So, I've lost the battle against "fart." ...such is life.

He's growing up.
It's both wonderful and scary. Exciting and sad all at the same time.