Rowan figured it out today. It's slow, but he's got it!
You can't quite tell, but at the end Ellie is crying. She doesn't want him to grow up.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
July 5, 2008
I can't remember if I've mentioned this, but Rowan is only eating big people food now. Even if we're having something a little too spicy for him, the baby food is gone.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
July 4, 2008
Our town's summer celebration is next weekend, and that's when we have a parade and fireworks, so there's no official activities for Independence Day. Fortunately, for as long as we've lived in this house, two of our neighbors have a little competition in the street, one on each side of our house. This year it appears they combined forces, and set off all of their purchases at King of the Hill's house. (This is good, as it's one house further away from us than the other guy). So last night we sat outside (until the mosquitos got too bad) and watched.
It was the first fireworks C and E can remember seeing. Ellie was a little nervous, but Conor would have liked to get a bit closer, I think. He had stayed outside playing with friends until almost 9:00, and they were still out. At 10:00 he wasn't ready for bed. "My goal is midnight," he whispered to me. Apparently that's how late Mitchell gets to stay up.
July 3, 2008
On Thursdays this summer, C and E are taking turns making dinner. They get to pick out what we have, and then help me make it. This time it was Conor's turn, and we had tacos. I really thought that on those days they were playing outside with the entire neighborhood I'd never get him in to help. He comes in pleasantly though, so I was wrong.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
July 2, 2008
Conor was biking, and came in to get sunglasses (not usual). I told him he looked cool, and he said "Oh. Thanks." I didn't think he thought it was a big deal until I saw him go into the bathroom to check the mirror on his way back outside. I overheard him say "Wow. I knew I looked cool, but I didn't think I looked that cool." He came back to the kitchen to request a photo. How could I not??
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