Waiting for the symphony
The McWane Center
Waiting for the symphony
The McWane Center
Last weekend Luke decided it was time to lose the training wheels. Chris took off his training wheels, put him on the bike, and held the back of his seat for, literally, only about 30 seconds and Luke took off riding. He is now riding everywhere with his newfound freedom of two wheels. He also learned he can go much faster on two wheels and he's a little dare devil! Now he just needs to learn to use the brakes!Chloe is still progressing more and more everyday. She's learning new words and her babbling is mixed with words. She understands just about everything that is said to her and is following directions. She has also developed some major 2 year old attitude! Everything has to be done HER way! The wrath of her 2 year old temper will befall anyone who thinks differently!
I am trudging through my LAST semester and have a major case of "senioritis." I never thought I would have senioritis at the age of 31 years old, but I do! I'm just ready for December 10th to hurry up and get here so all of this will be OVER!
Chris is still in and out of Mobile. The job there is supposed to be finished by the end of November. Hopefully that will happen, but there will be other traveling jobs to come. Who knows where...Oh well, he has a job and we are thankful!
Hanging out at Tootsie's
Saturday it pretty much rained ALL. DAY. LONG. We made it to the beach for a little while, then it started raining, so we went to the hot tub for a while. We finally gave it up and went back to the condo. We left our chairs on the beach because we planned to go back to the beach. While we were in the condo our chairs were stolen....all 5 of them, in broad daylight, IN. THE. RAIN! Oh well, it's the risk you take when you decide to be lazy and not drag them around!
Eating cake!
Over the past year he started to pre-school in "big school" which was a big change for him, and he loved it. He played Tee-ball for the first time and now is considering trying out for the majors. (Just kidding, but he was so proud of himself). He was a cowboy in his pre-school play and had to talk in front of a group of people....MAJOR accomplishment for him, because he is my shy child. He got to fly on an airplane for the first time and he went to Disney World for the first time, where he got to meet his favorite character, "Plu-dog". He loves to wear his cowboy get-up EVERYDAY. Another major accomplishment this year was conquering his fear of swimming pools. Now he will actually get in the pool instead of just hanging out on the steps and loves to jump of the diving board. And last but not least, HE CUT HIS
Here he is getting those beautiful curly locks cut. All of them. Falling to the floor. At first she thought she may be able to just give him a trim to blend it in. But as she started cutting, the left side was much shorter than she thought and there were straggly curls sticking out everywhere. As she gave me the look that said "I don't think this is going to work." I said "just do what you've got to do to make it look right."
Armed and dangerous! I don't know about everyone else, but I think the inventor of these water-soaking-gun thingy's needs their tail whipped! Anyone else agree?? The kids spent most of the day shooting each other with these things, which isn't that big of a problem, but when they got bored shooting each other, who do you think they turned to?? I think I was shot IN THE FACE with these things about 800 times yesterday!
Yes, that is my son who, until last week, was TERRIFIED of water. I'm talking, we had to pry him kicking, screaming, and clawing off the steps, and once you finally got him off the steps, it was survival of the fittest. He usually won, with the loser of the fight having battle wounds as proof of his victory. That was, until, Paul decided to just throw him in the middle of the pool. Once he realized his life-jacket would keep him afloat, he became an instant water baby. You'll even notice in most of these pics he's jumping, voluntarily, into the pool! I'm so proud of him for over-coming this fear. Although I have mixed emotions about it. On the one hand, I'm glad he can have a good time at the pool instead of just watching from the steps as everyone else is splashing around the pool. But on the other hand, I now have to constantly worry about him around water, when before I never had to worry about him voluntarily jumping in a pool.
Kaylyn has always been a little fish. She's really become a strong swimmer this summer.