T-ball wrap up

This was W's first t-ball season and he had a great time. His coach was wonderful--he really enjoyed helping the team learn the ins and outs of baseball, he had a very gentle way. There were some very funny moments with the kids--especially when it was time to run...the kids would haphazardly choose a base to run too but, by the end they pretty well had it down.

This is W telling his buddies about peeing behind the tree. He as done this every practice since mid season--because he REALLY has to go; nooo..., he just really likes going outside

W put his whole body into throwing that ball to first base.

W hustling for the ball. I have to laugh because most of the time W was out in the field talking or looking around, he was seldom actually attending to the ball. But, the last couple of practices he did a terrific job thanks to some good coaching.




We wrapped it all up this weekend with a party hosted at one of his teammates houses. All the kids enjoyed icream with lots of toppings and cupcakes then played and played and played. William and Lindsay had a water fight--but not with waterguns or hoses, with capri suns. W was a sticky mess. He sure did have fun getting that way.

Conversing with W

William and I talk a lot about "ugly" words that may hurt feelings and about seemingly "nice" words spoken with an ugly attitude. W likes to try different words out to see what he can get away with--some words are made up and some are real. So he says "Mommy, you're a fluckjaw" (obviously made up word) and I give him "the look". He covers his steps by saying "I meant that in a really nice way. I didn't have a ugly attitude".


In church on Father's Day, W made a something for the occasion. In the car on the way home:
he says "I made this for Father's Day"
I say, "okay, we'll mail it to Daddy"
W: "Daddy's not my father"
me: "yes he is, Daddy and Father mean the same thing, Daddy is your father"
W: "no him not"
me: "well, who do you think your father is"
W: "God."
"He made me."
"He made my skeleton."
me: "yes, God made you possible, and he is your heavenly father. But Daddy is your Father"
His little mind is always working but, that seemed to be enough info for W for now.

We went to the aquarium--and what a day! I did not plan ahead and reserve our time on-line (the original plan was the zoo the day before but fever and hot temperatures changed that)--so, we had to wait in line to get tickets. The wait wasn't too bad, only about 30 minutes. In the meantime, W found some cute, older girls that he tried to show off for. He danced around, "revved" his engine, and made funny faces. The girls were polite enough, but W definitely needs to work on his pick up style. First up was the Ocean Voyager. L was mesmerized by this. You go through a glass tunnel so the fish and sharks are swimming all around you. She just kept looking up and around. Then we went to the Tropical Diver area. W really liked this section because of all the colorful fish. Before we left for the aquarium, he was really curious about how many different colors the fish could be. Onto the Coldwater Quest where we watched the Beluga Whales, Japanese Spider Crabs, and the otters. The Beluga whales are something to be awed but, I am a fan of the playful otters. The last two sections were River Scout and Georgia Explorer. The Explorer area is really neat because you can actually touch things like shrimp, stingrays, and sea stars. W would not touch any of these things. But, he did come close with the stingrays. I touched them all
L doing her happy fruit dance
These lights were endless entertainment for W while we ate lunch. He was so excited every time they changed colors.

Day at the Museum

The aviation museum is a favorite for W and L. Driving by always leads to some plane conversation. Usually W says "that's a plane like Daddy's"--really it's the same airframe but doesn't have the same purpose. These are just pictures of some of W's favorite things this time at the museum. Well, except for the engine in the first picture. For some reason he was a little afraid of this, it's not like it was going to turn on or anything. The last picture is possible one of my favorite pics of W.

Little Miss Messy Pants

L LOVES to be dirty, dirty finds her. We went outside to splash in the puddles and she found probably the only one that formed over a pile of dirt. With every splash, spatters of mud started covering our legs. Then, she starts cleaning the puddle with her "cleaning wipey". The "cleaning wipey" not only cleans muddy puddle and any other disgusting place but, it will then be used to wipe her face and hands. In the world of L, this is a great idea.