This girl is literally the greatest helper. She cleans quickly and doesn’t try and excuse herself from it every time. If I ever ask her to help, she jumps and helps. She is kind of like a dream when it comes to helping.
Now if only she played with one thing and put it away before playing with the next.
We’re practicing.
But in the meantime, she rounds it all up in the end pretty nicely.
And for now…I’ll take it.
Abalone…it’s good to be back.
Even if the wind did kick up the sand into Dashy’s eyes.
We’ll be back on a less windy day.
Soon.
Real soon.
(Coming from a non-beach person, that is saying a LOT!)
When I got the call where the nurse told me, “Dash and Navy are WELL overdue for their well-checks”, I booked them immediately.
When we got there, the first thing out of Dr. Carruth’s mouth was, “What kind of doctor lets some of his favorite patients go so long without seeing him?”
That’s what I want to know?
Shame on you Carruthy!
The day went like this:
First stop — the fish tank.
“Ish, ish, ish, ish, ish, ish, ish………..”
-Dash
Navy was still as a statue for the height/weight portion.
Dash followed in her footsteps nicely.
Navy’s eyesight was 20/40.
I was so bummed we were going to talk glasses, but Carruthy said that is excellent for her age.
Nice.
I love Carruthy’s facial expression.
It’s the same one I see every time.
This is the other one I see.
Navy’s hearing was right on point.
And so were Dash’s tantrums.
But then the mother of the year got to show Carruthy her skills.
I sat and laughed at him.
There might have been a little surprise at first.
But his tantrum turned to laughing, and I’m sure Dr. Carruth is going to pass along my parenting techniques.
So then he showed off his latest obsession.
Putting anything on his head and walking around saying “Haa, haa, haa.” (Hat)
It was finally shot time.
Navy volunteered to go first.
The nurse insisted on me holding her down.
I knew she wouldn’t be a problem.
And the girl did not move a muscle, blink an eye, or even wince.
The nurse said, “WOW. You are the bravest four-year-old I’ve seen in a long time.”
Poor Dash needed holding.
But all was well moments later when they each got a sucker and another for Scout.
I thought my kids cleaned up all of the bikes outside rather quickly.
And the next morning I found them all in my car.
No wonder.
My mom has always had a love affair with white powdered donuts.
And she introduced her three cutest grand kids to her obsession — and they are hooked.
I make the rule of eating them outside because they get filthy with powdered sugar.
Look at that stuffed mouth and two-handed grip.
Here is the keeper of the donuts.
And then the girl who didn’t want sit on the grass, so she provided her own seat.
The best part of the day was when Icka adorned Dash’s snotty nose.
Navy had her little Easter show today.
She sang her little heart out with her bonnet on.
And then ran around finding Easter eggs.
Another successful ABC Preschool performance.
Scout has been loving his new Karate class.
So am I!
It is less than a minute from our house, and on a punch card that makes me able to miss classes without penalty.
Here he is practicing for his yellow belt.
And here he is running with the huge and heavy ball that someone gets each lap.
I thought it was just kind of a fluff class, but I was wrong.
The other day, I went to jokingly karate chop his leg, and he blocked my chop with such amazing accuracy and force, I was a little surprised.
Long live karate!
Scout’s Fun Run was a blast for him.
Of course he donned his dad’s sweatband.
His stretch before the race was comical. He really got into it.
Navy followed the school mascot in the stretch.
I was SO impressed. I told Scout the trick to the Fun Run is just to never stop. And he did a good job — he got down to a slow jog, but never really stopped to walk.
Navy took Dash on a lap.
But when he stopped half way through, Navy took matters into her own hands.
Here is our runner with tally marks for each lap.
And look at that little tongue sticking through his new hole from his lost tooth just a few hours before.
My mom always told me that when her babies lost their first teeth, it was a hard milestone. I had the good fortune of Scout being part shark (with a second row of teeth), so I was well-warned that his teeth were on their way out. But I didn’t have the good fortune of being there when it happened. Because Daddio just did it after breakfast.
WHAT?
I didn’t have the video rolling, nor was there a camera in sight.
But the grin on Scout’s face made up for the lack of coverage.
Look at these two celebrating what I will never see — Scout’s first lost tooth.
Look at that mini little tooth.
And those shark teeth behind his hole covered by a spit bubble.
Congrats my boy.
You’re a big boy now!
This little brother loves — L.O.V.E.S — his big sis.
Even if she has a problem of bossing him around and taking every toy straight from his hands.
I guess her constant nurturing and taking care of him trumps all.
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