Thanks to Sarah, Ellie and I were able to go to Conor's tball game. I can honestly say without bias that he is one of the 3 best players on the team. This is based on the following observations:See, totally unbiased.
Thanks again Sarah!
This is Ellie's favorite breakfast - no, her favorite meal. Waffles and strawberries, but not together.
Oh, and Jon and I played horse. I don't want to brag, but H-O-R-S to H-O-R-S-E (for the first time ever). Disclaimer: Jon's dunk was ruled an unacceptable shot while playing horse. That may have affected the outcome.
What he sees: 
It may be a long summer.
One time while Jon was in Arizona, I parked in the driveway for some reason. As I backed out, I heard a noise, and before I realized it was the basketball net, it had stopped. It turns out it did more damage than rip up the net. It rotated the entire backboard a bit. All is fixed now, kind of.
Yeah, it is another fat lip. You got a problem with that? (This time he got hit with a baseball).
Saturday was Conor's first T-Ball game of the season. It was supposed to start last weekend, but got rained out. The game was at 2:00, and we had a wedding at 3:00. Grandpa and Grandma Wilson were here to babysit, and Grandpa was going to take Conor to his game. Because it was the first one, we went along for a little bit, planning to watch for 15 minutes or so, and then go right to the wedding. Great plan, right? 
I usually put the kids' scooters and helmets in the stroller so they can ride them home. This is the view I have of Ellie most of the way. She would go the whole way without stopping, if I'd let her. Unfortunately she has to stop and wait for Mr. Slowpoke and me a lot. Conor only rides his about half of the time. The remaining times he chooses to exercise only his mouth by complaining the whole way about how far it is and how tired he is and how it's going to take all of his energy away before he gets to play outside. That's how it was today - sorry, no picture of that!
It's kind of hard to get Rowan to eat anything other than oatmeal from a spoon that I hold. He either wants to help hold the spoon, or feed himself. This was his lunch of peas and peaches.
This is what happens when your Grandma, your aunt and your great-aunt all tell you about your Mom's Grandpa and what he let us do to our cakes. And then your great-aunt goads you on. Notice that this isn't the first lick. (To his credit, he did tell her, after she suggested he take a bite, that you can't take a bite until after they sing to you. Until then you can just lick). This is one of the reasons they each get their own cake.
A whole can of sprinkles, six candles plus a number six candle, three happy birthday signs and eight soccer balls. This is yet another reason they get their own cake.
It really and truly had more frosting on it at the beginning of the day.
Aunt Sarah's gifts are sometimes, in her words, "self-serving."
See the above description of Aunt Sarah's gifts.
Yes, it is almost dark out, but they're looking for birds with Conor's new bird watching kit. I think there are two entries in the notebook already!
Ellie:
