Honestly, most of the time he's quite smart. He has a huge vocabulary. He knows yellow is a good answer to "What color is that?", although he's usually wrong, colorwise. He knows that if there's more than one of something, then "2" is a good guess. But today...
The best part, which you can't hear over Ellie setting the table, is that everytime he ran into something, he'd giggle. That must have messed up his sense of direction, because then he'd run right into the same thing.
"Rowan" got a new basketball hoop that's just his size. Conor just can't understand why we don't want him to dunk or play one of his imaginary games on it.
Although Conor still insists Rowan is saying "My turn Ca-co", he's really saying "Made it, Ca-co". (Ca-co would be Conor).
You know Tuesday means gymnastics pictures. This is one gymnastics move that always eluded me. I just love watching it!
The always necessary chalking of the hands.
Rowan spends a good portion of the day sprawled on the floor. Usually with a wheeled toy, sometimes with a book. Tile, carpet, it doesn't matter.
So, uh, anybody going to the farm? There's more, you know. They're just on another stack.
This slide just may save my sanity this summer. It was filthy from being in the basement, but Rowan helped clean it up.
Each month that the kids meet their reading goal, they get a personal pan pizza coupon from Pizza Hut. Last night was Ellie's movie night, so she picked to get her canadian bacon. It looked very good!
By the end of the night, here's what we saw. Please notice he's not gripping the wall with his other hand. (Thanks Sarah!)
Dear Hy-Vee,
Here's the after school pick up view. Most days he's smiling, but not always. Ellie's not usually smiling because her mouth is usually moving. She always has lots to report!
See? Even first thing in the morning, with a chocolate bunny she looks cute.
Oh yeah. Jon and I were there too, but of course no pictures.
A crazy Uno game. Rowan just didn't get it. Neither did Ellie, for that matter. She was so excited whenever she got a match.
Rowan got a hair cut this week. He is actually happy about it, contrary to photographic evidence.
Of all of the people who filled out a bracket for the NCAA tournament on Yahoo, Conor finished #8,020. That's in the 99th percentile. Just another virtual trophy on his shelf. (Click on the picture to make it bigger).
One of our normal after school snacks is pudding in baby food jars. About a tablespoon and a half of pudding, then fill it up with milk and shake. Except for a few leaks, it's pretty yummy!
Yeah, that's right. I said April. And we're not even under a blizzard warning like the rest of the state.
Ellie's been fighting a cold the past few days. She spent most of the day Saturday reading in her jammies, and took a two hour nap. She woke up today feeling much better!
Rowan mows the lawn, and tries to get as far away from me as he can before I make him turn around.
Conor and Ellie's vocal concert was on Thursday. They were beyond excited. We figured they'd be too nervous to enjoy it, but they had a great time. They'd told us before we went that we could wave at them, but it woudn't look good if they waved back. (They both forgot that rule). Conor didn't look at us too much, because "it would have looked silly if I'd been turning in that direction all the time". Once it got started, the whole concert lasted 20 minutes. That left us plenty of time to stop at Dairy Queen on the way home. 
This little reading session resulted in Rowan's fascination with the word "Cockatoo". Just ask him to find the picture, and he'll repeat the word for hours.
