For Daddy

It's a bird...

It's a plane...

It's...

Adam's Daddy! 

Fighting for truth, justice, and Family!

Goooooooo.....Daddy!!

(We're not quite sure what your kryptonite is.  You've changed diapers without a whimper so I think maybe you're even stronger than Superman!)

We know it's not Father's Day yet, but figured you could use the pick-up today!  Have a good one!

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Adam's face looks blue in the shot, and I tried and tried with Lightroom to fix it, to no avail.  Help!

Pretty plucked posie

He KNOWS he's not supposed to pick certain flowers in the garden. 

He KNOWS we've planted some cutting flowers that he can have free reign over when the bloom.

But this one, lonely clematis blossom was just too much to resist.

I'm afraid I wasn't a very understanding mother at first.

"BUDDY!  You're not supposed to PICK that!." 

Then tears.

Then I realized he wanted me to have it, because it was so beautiful.

And I felt like a troll.  Tried to mend the situation with hugs and "Gosh, it's lovely, isn't it?"

So I took a photo so we'd be able to enjoy it, even after it wilts.

BUT, he has been warned once again that when the next three little buds open the flowers are to be left alone to enjoy when we go out into the garden.

Someone should take bets on what happens. 

Bookie?

Backblog #4

The problem with playing against one of your best friends is that when you fight for the ball, and you get control and then notice that your friend trips and falls over, one must leave the ball and make sure your friend is OK before continuing to play, thus negating any team gain.

But that's the way it should be, after all.

Backblog #5

Had a nice little brunch with some ladies from church a week or so ago.

Loved these fleurs, don't you?

And the little watering can is delicious!

Backblog #3

Adam has been wanting to play soccer since he was a year old.  This year is finally the year!

These shots were taken a couple of weeks ago, before the cracked collar bone incident.

His coach insists on his jersey being tucked in.  Which looks...odd.

I love this face!!!

Blackblog #2

I can't believe my little man has finished preschool.

Since Daddy is in the military, Adam was chosen to hold the flag during the pledge of allegiance.

I have one word about his growing up so fast.

WWWWWAAAAAHHH!!

One day he's going to grow up and leave me and then I think I will just die.

And his sister?  I'm going to never let her out of the house.  I'm going to have hubby guard the door with a shotgun, and she is never EVER going to go away, because when she does, I'm going to shrivel up.

Just shrivel, I tell you, until there's nothing left.

And I'll only revive when she gives me grandchildren.  Which I refuse to think about right now.

The end.

backblog #1

Yes, I'll chain myself to a post to be flogged.  I've been lazy about getting the photos from the camera to the computer.  It's just that there are so many other things to do!

So I'll go backwards, here, and start with Memorial Day!  Last year I took a bunch of photos from the ceremony, which is pretty much the same every year, so this year I didn't take the photos of the tombstones, the marines, and the veteran playing taps.  Like every year, the ceremony was touching.  I especially enjoyed the speech this year.  If you'd like to see my photos from last year, you can go here.  Memorial Day is probably the weekend that I enjoy the most during the year.

This year was great fun because Julia learned how to ride her bike (finally!), so we all went in the parade!  Adam, unfortunately, cracked his collar bone last week so couldn't ride his trike as planned, but some friends loaned us their wagon, which we decorated, and away we went! 

Adam won the contest for his age group.  Not sure whether it was the sympathy factor, since his arm is in a sling, successfully bribery attempt from throwing candy to the judges, or simply that he was paired with the cutest dog ever.  Either way--he won a savings bond.  And a beeeeautiful ribbon!

Here's Julia, all ready to go.  Her helmet keeps falling to the back of her head, no matter how tight we do up the straps.  It's a job to figure out by the next outing.

All ready to go!

Down at the cemetery, Beautiful Belle lying in the shade.

Headed home...and straight into the grass!  There's definitely a lesson in life to be learned by the fact that what we focus on becomes where we end up.  Julia is so worried all the time about riding off the road that she focuses on the grass...and that's where she ends up!

Until next year!