Tuesday, 15 July 2008

Look Mom- No Wheels!

Mack took C-Ray's training wheels off of his bike this weekend. They're all growing up...
Here's a video of one of the first solo rides- he hadn't quite figured out how to stop without falling over. He's pretty much got it down now- only a few scraped elbows and knees so far!

Random Swimming Pictures

Swimming at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Texas last week...

C-Ray jumping off the ladder Apple and Grandma hanging outFaithie and Daddy- I think she is prepping to flip backwards off his shoulders...

Good times had by all!

Throw Me, Daddy!

Monday, 14 July 2008

Lost in Translation

This morning C-Ray came into the kitchen and announced to me, "Mom, I got dressed all by myself today. Dad didn't even help me." Teasing him, I responded, "Wow C-Ray. Pretty grown up. Are you gonna move out, get your own place?" His reply: "No, I don't know where my church clothes are."

While playing outside today the kids discovered a piece of pizza "forgotten" out in the playset during an impromptu picnic last night. When I told them to bring it in and put it in the garbage because we might get "ants & rats & who knows what else," Apple looked at me quizzically and asked, "We'll get dancing rats??"

Yesterday at lunch, we were trying to explain to the kids who Michael the Archangel is. Faithie, getting the idea and trying to put it in her own words says, "So he's on top of all the angels?"

Saturday, 5 July 2008

Me and My John Deere

So here we are in the great state of Texas. One of the highlights of a trip to Texas is riding on the tractor and Grandma and Grandpa Amack's house. Usually this means riding on Grandpa's lap, but today he decided that the kids were big enough to try driving it on their own. They did great and had a blast! And all of Grandpa's bushes are still intact...

Oh, and swimsuits and floaties are not our usual clothing of choice for a tractor ride. The kids were "on their way" to the pool. But it somehow adds to the whole redneck feel of the adventure...


We spent the first part of our Fourth yesterday at a picnic at my parent's church. Going to it is a bittersweet, sentimental kind of fun for me. I remember those Fourth of July picnics in my upper elementary and middle school years. Now, if I get the chance to go as an adult, a small part of me immediately reverts back to an akward 12 year old, and I have to remind myself that I am a 29 year old mother of four, married to a successful businessman. The church building is different, the "festivities" are a little different, the other "kids" have kids of their own now, but mostly the faces are the same and I am greeted by those faces like family. It's a good reminder to me that though the details of life change, there are certain things that always remain constant.

Okay, now that I've waxed philosophical, there was a way cool inflatible waterslide and the kids loved it!