I have always named my kid’s eye color. You know — Scout has “Army Green” eyes. Navy’s are “Milk Chocolate Brown”. I originally had Dash’s named at “Slate Grey”, but they changed long ago. So without wanting to jump the gun on naming them, I waited to see where they would finally settle in.
Meet Dash — the boy with the most beautiful “Dark Chocolate” eyes I have ever seen.
I don’t know that his name is ridiculously creative, but I do love the comparison to Navy….
….the girl with milk chocolate brown eyes.
This year during conference, I tried something new. I had the kids at their art table while we watched. I thought that they might be able to overhear some insightful tidbits while engaging in every single art supply in the house.
My plan worked. I told the kids that if they heard any of their memorized scriptures, I would pay them a quarter each time. Amazingly enough, they caught their scriptures every time. It was kind of cool to see, and I had some decent peace and quiet while I was trying to focus.
But every once in a while, I had to break myself from it. Especially when Scout was trying to sound out words and write me love notes. I am SO SAD to say that at the time, Scout told me what this note said — but I don’t have the foggiest.
But I remember this one.
“I love you. 36. (how old I am) Beautiful.”
For my very first handwritten note from my most handsome son, I melted just a bit.
What is it with every kid — and their obsession with Band Aids?
Navy was cutting with scissors and when they slipped, they barely missed her eye.
Yes, that was sickening.
But because she had a “boo boo”, she HAD to have a Band Aid.
Right?
My answer is “No” — there was not a speck of blood.
But if it made her feel better….fine.
At first she opted for a clear one that was a little incognito.
But chose a fancier version when she knew we were going out for the day.
At first I was trying to have her take it off.
But then, I realized that I was kind of impressed that she didn’t give a rip about what others thought of her — and the big cupcake on her face.
Megan picked up treats for my kids — like usual.
One of them was this funny pair of glasses.
Clearly, they don’t do a whole lot for anyone’s overall look.
Unless you are trying to take attention away from something else — like a big red nose.
Dash met Uncle David for the first time.
The jury wasn’t out long.
As soon as David nuzzled Dash with his prickly beard, Dash was a fan.
If this guy could be sewn to me, I bet he would. Dashy never likes to leave my side. I kind of love it. But it prevents me from doing a ton of stuff throughout the day. but we are adjusting. Now, he has learned to help me in the things I have to do.
So each monday during laudry time, he is in charge of getting the things out of the dryer and handing them to me to fold. Our system had a few bugs in it early on (like he liked to leave his post and take every folded thing out of the basket and throw it), but he is now mush more of a help. And I’ll admit that our timing is almost perfect. By the time he gets the new item, I have folded and stacked the previous item. So we are currently running like a well-oiled machine.
I bet we’ll work like this for a few weeks, but when he gets faster, I might be in trouble.
I am starting to love watching Scout play soccer. He has improved a ton since the first game. But I should have known. From the time he was little (at the Sea World playground) he has watched and observed before joining in. So I am glad the observing part is over, and he has jumped in to really play!
And I can tell when he is really playing, because that tongue of his just dangles as he runs.
I guess there is something in the water, because Ezra lets his out also.
The team chant after a good game.
Scout is really over quiet times. So lately, I have renamed it “brother time”. So the two boys play together for an hour or so while Navy naps and I get a few things done. They both love it. Scout loves trying to teach Dash new things — and he is the guy who finally got Dash going backwards down the stairs. And Dash loves all of the personal attention. Now days, every time Dash sees Scout, he grins from ear to ear. I love these two sweet boys, and hope that they will always be the best of friends.
This year for Micah’s birthday, I wanted to throw him a party that was really fun. So when the nine couple all showed up, they were given their first clue to a “couples” car rally. Micah’s better half was Britni on this race because I made the whole darn thing up.
The race took them:
To a photocopy machine (photocopying something Micah would frame)
To the Nielsens for a Mensa Challenge (an altered LSAT logic puzzle)
To DHHS — where his football career began (clues were under the bleachers)
To Dianne Zorratis for the love challenge (where they each had to memorize a paragraph from Micah’s first love letter to me)
To the store for Spam
To signs all around town to etch M-I-C-A-H
To the Hansens where they had to retrieve a bracelet after a maze of yarn
And finally back home where I was waiting.
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The Zimms came in first, and I literally got chills I was so excited for them.
But going back, there were a few technicalities, and Micah says that he and Brit were the first place team. (If you get down to the nitty gritty, they probably were, but it ended as a “tie”.)
Jim thought my logic puzzle was flawed, so he sat and retried it.
Classic Jim!
At least we finally found a party where he is completely comfortable participating!
Meanwhile all of the other teams were rolling in.
Here is the winning etch and Spam.
The best part of the race was when Marc thought he needed to read one of the clues with a Jewish accent!
We were rolling, and are all so glad the Hemeons are back to join all of our fun!
The night ended with everyone recapping their race.
And then some berry cobbler.
And finally, a few cheerleader stunts.
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Happy Birthday Micah.
This girl looks trashed!
But those puffy lips look pretty luscious.
Too bad the puffy is from a fat lip.
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