May 19, 2008

May 18, 2008

Yeah, it is another fat lip. You got a problem with that? (This time he got hit with a baseball).

May 17, 2008

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?

Well it is, unless the coach doesn't show up and no one else knows what to do or wants to know what to do. So Jon found the t-shirts and organized the substitute coaches, one of whom was Grandpa Wilson. That's why Jon is in the middle of dusty ball field on a windy day, dressed for a wedding. But from what I hear, Grandpa is a pretty good coach.

May 16, 2008

Sometimes picking just one picture is impossible.

May 15, 2008

We walked to pick up Conor and Ellie from school today. Rowan loves his stroller, especially if there are snacks, or he can put his feet up on the way.
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!

May 14, 2008

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.

May 13, 2008

They're just a couple of weeks younger in this picture than Rowan is now. No resemblance, as far as I can see.