I know I should be happy that the big kids get along so well, and that they don't mind at all that Rowan likes to play right beside them. It's just that it always happens to be just where I want to walk. 
The view from Rowan's skybox. Conor asked me what the name of "that Packers receiver" was. He was "thinking Joey Galloway, but that's not it." I didn't know, and Jon wasn't home, but Conor told me "That's okay. I just use the names of the guys I know, and then I start to make up names." He then found a football magazine and determined it was Donald Driver. He was pretty disgusted with himself for forgetting that one. (Sorry, Kate).
We were in the pool Friday for a long time. Grandma and Grandpa Wilson stopped by, so they got to see everyone swim. Rowan would give anything to crawl after the other two. He even holds his own in the “grand finale” of splashing.
On Thursday C and E had a birthday party for a neighbor boy. This is the second year he's had a party for the neighbor kids. They have cake and ice cream in the garage, then all play in the yard (the slip and slide this time). They specify no gifts, and invite everyone (as far as I can tell). I fully intended to copy them this year, but didn't get it done. Maybe next year, because I love the idea.
Ellie really hasn't shown up here recently, so I set out to get a picture of her. While I was doing that, I recorded the following. I taped it because Rowan was really giggling whenever Conor said peek-a-boo. I kept it because while you can't really hear the cute part of it, you can completely understand why someday Rowan may try to bite his older brother. 
