Facts
For the first time in our twelve years of marriage, Brandon is allowing me to mow the yard. He's a bit of a perfectionist about the mower lines and apparently, until necessity struck, truly didn't believe I was capable of steering the mower to his standards. I'm enjoying it. Not just impressing Brandon with my landscaping prowess, but for the time I am forced to sit still and gaze at this amazing, God-given view.
Trey introduced us to this game he learned at school. It is what I assume to be the second grade version of a math statistics lesson. He asks me four questions about what is impossible, unlikely, likely, and certain. Aden has gotten into it too, but he doesn't appreciate the unlikely and likely options. He's not really a gray-area kind of guy. But we do this in the car. A lot. Over and over.
After weeks of tooth-wiggling and periods of paralyzing fear over the possibility of pain, Trey finally lost another tooth. His third. Yes, he is hanging onto his baby teeth a lot longer than most kids his age. Of course, he was late to get teeth as a baby. But anyway, it finally happened.
And then a few days later, so did this.
Love the smile, love the whistly "s" sound, and even love the fact that he has rejected the tooth fairy myth.
My Aden Levi is registered for Kindergarten. It may very well kill me. I've been watching him more and more lately, as if to soak in what little-boy time we have left. I told him this past week that we only had three more Tuesdays of just him and me together. He immediately stopped what he was doing and crawled into my lap for a snuggle. Oh, my baby.
The boys and me, we are triple-selfie people. It's not the easiest shot to get. My short little arms full of growing boys sometimes can't stretch far enough to get all three of us.
And even if they can, often times they get something like this.
A while back I shared with the boys my Pawpaw Robbie's joke, where when someone says, "Guess what?", he would say, "Chicken butt". Trey has latched right onto that one. And expanded it. We now have, "Guess who?" "Chicken poo!" Which of course is followed by infectious giggles.
Aden calls the vet's office the "dog fix".
Aden's baseball season has started. And buddy, he is pumped. So is his left leg, which has a girls-baseball-league-slash-Elvis-on-steriods twitch as he throws. Energy's gotta come out somewhere, I guess.
Trey very voluntarily went on an extended day field trip with his class at school, to the Richmond Science Museum. A decision that took boldness. Oh, and Poppop as a chaparone. Our boy is fascinated by science and still hasn't stopped talking about the trip. His teacher, Mrs. Pringle, sent me a photo from their bus ride.
We've been thinking about upcoming birthday parties. Trey has his planned out beginning to end, but can't seem to come up with what he would like as gifts. Aden goes back and forth on what kind of party he wants, but has a gift list a mile long. One thing to be sure of at this point - I'm going to be making a lot of chocolate cake.
Our garden is beautiful. At this moment, almost everything we planted has poked through the dirt. And we're actually staying on top of the weed situation. Hoping, hoping for an overflowing freezer and super-crowded canning shelves!
Spring league basketball, baseball season, Mother's day, field day, Awana awards ceremony, preschool graduation, all in the month of May. Nope, not slowing down anytime soon!
Trey introduced us to this game he learned at school. It is what I assume to be the second grade version of a math statistics lesson. He asks me four questions about what is impossible, unlikely, likely, and certain. Aden has gotten into it too, but he doesn't appreciate the unlikely and likely options. He's not really a gray-area kind of guy. But we do this in the car. A lot. Over and over.
After weeks of tooth-wiggling and periods of paralyzing fear over the possibility of pain, Trey finally lost another tooth. His third. Yes, he is hanging onto his baby teeth a lot longer than most kids his age. Of course, he was late to get teeth as a baby. But anyway, it finally happened.
And then a few days later, so did this.
Love the smile, love the whistly "s" sound, and even love the fact that he has rejected the tooth fairy myth.
My Aden Levi is registered for Kindergarten. It may very well kill me. I've been watching him more and more lately, as if to soak in what little-boy time we have left. I told him this past week that we only had three more Tuesdays of just him and me together. He immediately stopped what he was doing and crawled into my lap for a snuggle. Oh, my baby.
The boys and me, we are triple-selfie people. It's not the easiest shot to get. My short little arms full of growing boys sometimes can't stretch far enough to get all three of us.
And even if they can, often times they get something like this.
A while back I shared with the boys my Pawpaw Robbie's joke, where when someone says, "Guess what?", he would say, "Chicken butt". Trey has latched right onto that one. And expanded it. We now have, "Guess who?" "Chicken poo!" Which of course is followed by infectious giggles.
Aden calls the vet's office the "dog fix".
Aden's baseball season has started. And buddy, he is pumped. So is his left leg, which has a girls-baseball-league-slash-Elvis-on-steriods twitch as he throws. Energy's gotta come out somewhere, I guess.
Trey very voluntarily went on an extended day field trip with his class at school, to the Richmond Science Museum. A decision that took boldness. Oh, and Poppop as a chaparone. Our boy is fascinated by science and still hasn't stopped talking about the trip. His teacher, Mrs. Pringle, sent me a photo from their bus ride.
We've been thinking about upcoming birthday parties. Trey has his planned out beginning to end, but can't seem to come up with what he would like as gifts. Aden goes back and forth on what kind of party he wants, but has a gift list a mile long. One thing to be sure of at this point - I'm going to be making a lot of chocolate cake.
Our garden is beautiful. At this moment, almost everything we planted has poked through the dirt. And we're actually staying on top of the weed situation. Hoping, hoping for an overflowing freezer and super-crowded canning shelves!
Spring league basketball, baseball season, Mother's day, field day, Awana awards ceremony, preschool graduation, all in the month of May. Nope, not slowing down anytime soon!
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