Moving Along

Kaleb and Ginger posing for the picture

Late July feels like late September these days. This cooler weather gives the boys a break from the pool and plenty of chances to ride their bikes. We had to dig out their sweatshirts this morning, although Aaron refused to wear one. He said if he wore a sweatshirt his hands would be freezing. I've given up trying to figure him out; I just agree with him like he makes perfect sense. :) Ginger appreciates the cooler weather too, since we are more willing to go for walks when it's in the 70's. Still, I'm sad we had to give up our planned trip to a waterpark with our friends. We also postponed an opportunity to teach Braylen how to waterski on a private, calm lake. I have the worst summer cold imaginable, as I sit here at the computer with my kleenex box on my lap. See why it feels like late September instead of late July?



2 more full weeks of summer vacation left before we send the kids back to school. Last Thursday I couldn't imagine wanting them back in school. Today. . .well, let's just say I'll be very ready by August 17th. :) "Stop copying me!" "He hit me!" "I just want to be alone!" "I'm bored!" I hear those phrases daily, and while stricken with this cold, I've lost a lot of my parenting zeal. School will provide the kids time with their friends, keep their brains engaged, and keep them apart from each other for a few hours each day. If the weather ever warms up, we have some fun things planned during these next 2 weeks. For that, I am thankful.
We have some new neighbors down the street, and our boys have been spending time playing outside with their new 8 year old friend. He's a nice kid, but when they play outside at his house, I have no idea what they're doing. I have no clear line of vision to his yard from our yard, and I've yet to meet this boy's mom. (I've met the dad) Today Kaleb came home, grabbed a pocket knife, and rushed back outside. My mother instincts turned on and I figured I'd better find out why my 7 year old rushed home for a knife. Turns out he needed it so they could kill a ground squirrel. Aaaggghhh! I said no no no! Call me overprotective, but my boys will be playing at our end of the street where I can keep better track of them.

Sweet 16 (weeks)

Ginger sure does love her belly rubs!

Ginger turned 16 weeks on Monday, and at today's vet visit she weighed 34.2 pounds. Only 3 more pounds to go before she weighs as much as Aaron! Wood scraps are her favorite thing to eat when she thinks no one is watching. Same with rocks and clumps of dirt and grass roots. I dig more things out of her mouth. . .that crazy puppy. We love her though. :)

This week's funnies:

This one happened with Grandma in the car. My sweet city boys. :)

Kaleb: Look! The baby cow is drinking milk from the milk thingys!

Grandma: Do you know what those are called? Udders.

Kaleb: Oh!

a few minutes later. . .

Aaron: Look! Another baby cow is drinking milk from one of those thingys!

Grandma: Do you remember what those are called?

Aaron: Uhhhh, milk bottles?

Braylen: "Grandma told me when she was a little girl it only cost her 25 cents to ride a ride at the fair. Now she told me it costs three-fifty! Can you believe it Mom? Three hundred and fifty dollars to ride a ride, and it used to be 25 cents!" Apparently Grandma said three-fifty, not three dollars and fifty cents. :)

Most mornings Kaleb and Aaron come snuggle with me in bed before we get up for the day. I love those moments. Well, this morning Aaron marched in my room and immediately said, "I want to eat! I have nothing to eat but air, and that doesn't do anything!" Snuggle time came to a screeching halt and we moved right into breakfast. :)