Hidden behind that innocent face is an alarmingly good storyteller. Mom was baking cookies after bedtime and asked him to keep it secret from Dad. So he tried: Cookie Liar.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Pits
This is what happens when you work on an art project with markers and use your arm as a holding spot!
Morning Jog
Mom and I took Maggie for a walk one Saturday morning while the boys went for a run:
Morning Jog. Love them.
Morning Show
Each first grade class gets to host the school morning show for one week at the end of the year. It was thrilling! The first day I got to lead the Pledge of Allegiance, and the second day I got to be an announcer:
Ear Check
Ryan was due for his ENT appointment, where the plan was to convince his stubborn ears to let go of the tubes placed almost 3 years ago. Of course that meant a fun Mommy Day, and doughnut breakfast without sprinkles.
Or, with sprinkle.
Ryan has a way of charming everyone he meets with his friendliness and enthusiasm. Here he was telling the nurse he is 3 years old, counting it out on his fingers to be sure.
He is also fearless. He let the doc dig around in his ears and use a loud suction tool to pull out the tubes. Brave, just like Captain America.
First Sundays
Every first Sunday of the month, there is a local market and bounce house at one of the shopping parks. It has become our favorite way to catch up with friends.
And a great way for me to practice my sweet maternal instincts on other people's little brothers who are nice to me for a change.
Ryan loves his friends, especially the ones that can match his manic energy level.
Mom loves his friends, because they are all great boys who have great moms.
All they ever want to do is run non-stop superhero laps around the playground, then give high fives for getting "widdy sweaty".
Swim Lessons
Our swim lessons are going really well. We're learning how to do all the different strokes, and I'm getting closer to making the swim team!
Girl Scout Field Trip
Our last Girl Scout meeting of the year was a visit to Macdill Air Force Base, where one of the Daisy Dads works on the Hurricane Hunter team in NOAA.
He gave us a cool presentation with pictures of how they literally fly into a hurricane and drop giant sensors down to measure how severe the storm is.
Then he let us tour one of the planes.
I think Dad would have liked that field trip. But he got to attend Ryan's Spring class play instead.
He took lots of videos and pictures for us.
Fight Club
This sweet sibling shot was taken at an emergency after-school frozen yogurt stop. That day I had a traumatic playground fall from the tire swing. I landed face first in a big pile of mulch and it was terrible. Luckily, Ryan was there to cheer me up, by accidentally biting his finger while shoveling more gummies into his mouth. We explained that you have to actually stop chewing when you put fingers in your mouth. This was all new information to him.
Lately Ryan and I seem to be fighting-competing-bickering 80% of the time (more like 100% of the time in a car). So, the moments when we get along are pure magic.
Like when we built this fort and found "treasures" of petrified Cheerios between the couch cushions.
The affection and friendship is real, just hidden most of the time by this:
Some weeks our battles are so relentless that Mom relies on funny internet quotes to get her through the day, like "Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together". Facebook and Mommy blogs are no help, they're all #blessings and #siblinglove. How about days that are more #jerksiblings?
Maybe we love each other so much we feel safe to push each other to the limit? That's what Mom tells herself, right after repeating the rules for Fight Club: No hitting/physically hurting each other, and no mean name calling. Because, "Siblings: your only enemy that you can't live without".
Monday, June 1, 2015
Happy Birthday Kelsey!
Seven big girl years old. And still a beautiful clone of Dad.
I loved having my special day at school!
My birthday "party" this year was another preschool reunion girls day with my old friends who also have a birthday this week. We joined a thousand Elsas for Frozen On Ice.
We grabbed lunch near the arena downtown. When Mom sent this picture to Dad, his reaction was "Are you going for some kind of teachable moment?". The girls who work there were really nice, and we understood that Hooters stood for the owl eyes on their shirts, but we couldn't understand why they wore shorts that showed their booties. Our moms tried to explain that culturally the big "owl eyes" are out of style, and big J.Lo-Kardashian-Minaj booties are in. So, the lesson was: "if you've got it, flaunt it!", followed by: "you are never allowed to wear anything shorter than Bermudas".
The Frozen show was fun, complete with sing-along classics.
I love these girls.
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