Oh Owen--finally crashing in the evening after a day full of mischief, missed naps, and other miscellaneous mayhem (note paint peeled off of wall by window).
Marissa took me aside this week and asked if I was aware of how awful Owen had been.
Umm, yes. I had noticed.
I always forget how hard three year old boys are. I have never found "terrible two's" to be true. Two year olds are just so sweet. But three year olds? They are the undoing of a mother's sanity.
We drove "Jupiter" (now Casper!) to Kearney to meet up with some friends who were taking him off our hands. The kids handled the second kitten give-away much better than the first. We still have two left--act now and they can be yours!! ;o)
Josh and I had to split up this night--he went to Loomis with the boys for the 2nd game in the t-ball tournament while I stayed in Arapahoe for a swim meet. I got to see Marissa (above) and Isabella do the butterfly for the first time. I was never coordinated enough to figure that stroke out so I definitely had a good time watching them do it. ;o)
Final t-ball game of the summer. The boys' team came in "runner-up" in the tournament. They got medals (in case you did not know, boys LOVE to get medals).
Puffy little dandelion in the backyard.
Beets . . . it's what's for dinner. ;o)
Do we like beets? I do not know, but I thought we would try growing them this year. Jackson (who has a fascination with all root vegetables) kept bringing me beets thinking they were ready (they were not). Finally we had a decent picking this evening. We will try them tomorrow and let you know . . .