Church

I love it when my child is reverent during church without me threatening damnation.

It's Unanimous

I don't like cucumber. Never have, never will. I thought my kids might like to try it, though - so I bought one. I cut it up and gave the Boy a nibble. He spit it in the trash can after 0.4 miliseconds. I really thought the Girl would eat it, but she took one bite and dropped the rest onto the floor. This is the same girl that found a body piercing at a public pool and put it in her mouth. She'll eat that, but not a cucumber. I called the dog in to clean up the mess....even she wouldn't eat it.

It is therefore my conclusion that cucumbers are undeniably gross.

Babe 'n Suit

This little girl loves the water. She loves it a little too much - she has no fear.

I forgive her this because she looks so cute in her pink bathing suit from Aunt Deborah.

She's a Lady

If we've taught the Girl anything, it's that you should say "Excuse me" after fake burping. We are proper like that.

Hair Genes

I have quietly cursed the double crown on the back of the Girl's cranium. While it created an adorable mohawk right down the middle of her head as a newborn, it now just causes hair drama for me. I have wondered where she got this weird mop that grows in an oddly forward direction, at different rates and therefore different lengths. Then I came across this picture taken last night and realized I have only myself to blame. When this was taken, I didn't even know I had unintended, partial bangs nor that they were hanging in my face. Avada Kedavra on my hair DNA.

Major League

I took the Boy to his first major league baseball game last night - the Cardinals vs. the Rockies.

I thought it would be exciting for him to watch the pitchers and the batters and the runners. He was more interested in the metro ride to the stadium. Not sure why he decided to pose like this at the metro stop.

While we enjoyed spending time together in a new experience, the game probably would have been better if the Rockies weren't beating us 5-0 in the 6th inning. Oh well. There's always the NFL.

Swim Lessons

The Boy took group lessons at the Rec Center this year with Mr. Danny and Miss Kaitlyn. This was a little different than his previous lessons because they made him swim on top of the water. He did fairly well for the two weeks, though, and "graduated".


After that he had some private lessons with Miss Sarah. I think by the end of next summer he'll be swimming safely on his own with my 0n-the-verge-of-a-heart attack supervision.