
The joys of raising three boys, who can explain it? It's exciting, mystifying and, yes, sometimes exhausting but one thing we always find, albeit sometimes days later, is great joy. I find them to be wonderful beings with a unique grasp of life. I learn as much from them as they do from me, I HOPE.

Somewhere along the line my blog was lost and I'm having to start over. It's depressing but it's
manageable. Let me introduce the
Noldes.
We have Marty, my husband of almost 12 years. He turned 40 this year. He grew up in Kansas where we now live (if you call living in Kansas 'living'). He is part owner of a
custom harvesting company with his father. He grew up one of seven. That's a lot to me being one of two. His father also has 3 others. Marty and I met in Washington and moved here when we decided to marry. Marty is just a little older than me but the fact that he is prematurely grey (actually, he's now white) makes everyone think the difference in our ages is much more vast. Marty grew up here in
Larned.

Kristopher, aka
Kritter, is our six year old son. He's the baby. Look at those blue eyes. He is ALL boy. He has been dubbed the '
frogadile hunter' by friends and family alike. He loves bugs and frogs and all things slimy, creepy ad crawly. He's hard headed and loving. He's self assured and happy. He's everything many of us strive to be. He may be the youngest but he's no baby. We were told a few weeks ago he needs his tonsils and adenoids out. The Dr. would like to wait until summer so he doesn't miss school but he's missed just as much school with the problems caused by the tonsils. He says he's ready and I have a
tendency to agree with him. He amazes me on a regular basis with his stories and '
kritterisms'. He is so much fun. He finds school
fairly effortless and is earning straight A's.

Then there is Marcus. Marcus is nine and a third grader. He is an avid
NASCAR and football fan. He loves to play baseball, basketball and football. This year he was on the Purple Panthers team (the traveling city team) in baseball. He really grew this summer in his skills. Marcus and his little brother have been involved in
AWANAS for years. Marcus is almost always a straight A student. He stutters but deals with it in a very mature manner. Marcus has worn glasses since he was 3 years of age. He is legally blind in his left eye and in spite of that he has excelled in everything he's set his mind to. Marcus is a sensitive, sweet and loving soul but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a stubborn streak. It just means when it shows itself it's a little shocking. Although born in Kansas, Marcus has dubbed himself a Washingtonian. He loves everything about Washington and would love to convince dad to move there. GO MARCUS!! I'm right behind him. Marcus and Kristopher's newest hobby is 4 wheeling on their new
4-wheelers they acquired for Christmas.

Tyson is 18 and recently entered the delayed entry program for the
United States Air Force. Tyson is my only child from my first marriage. He spends summers with his father in Washington but this summer he went on harvest with Marty. Tyson is a senior at
Larned High School. He plays electric guitar, has played basketball in past years and has been very active in choir. Last year he worked at the grocery store after school. Since returning from harvest and a trip to Washington he's been job hunting.
Then there is me, Dawn. I'm a native Washingtonian. I grew up in a logging town just outside of Mt.

Rainier National Park. I have one brother, Doug. I am the oldest. My parents divorced when I was 29 and VERY pregnant with baby number 2. I am married to a native Kansan. Marty is a
custom harvester and is gone almost half of the year. I've given birth to 3 sons in three decades, 2 centuries and 2
millennia. That would be Tyson in 1989, Marcus in 1998 and Kristopher in 2001. My college studies were in nursing. I am actually hoping to go back this year and get my masters at
Kansas Wesleyan University. I want my nurse practitioner's license. I really dislike Kansas and I want to go home but at the present time it's not happening. I attend
Grace Community Church, an evangelical free church 25 miles from home. It's the church I spent 5 years trying to find. The 25 miles is a small price to pay for a good church. I live in a testosterone rich environment but most of the time I thrive in that mix. I am mom 12 months out of the year and both mom and dad 6. I've battled depression most of my life and even at my low points I still think I've got the upper hand. This blog is just another tool to aid me in getting the upper hand as well as a way of sharing my family with friends and family that are so far away. I hope you enjoy reading about these antics as much as I've enjoyed telling about them.