Zoom, zoom, zoom!
Zoom, zoom, zoom!
The weather has been cool this week. After dinner last night, I took the boys out to the yard to break a few small sticks into twigs. Then, we three worked together to construct their first ever twig house. They added leaves, rocks, and tree berries to the house and thought their final result was “so cool”.
The boys went back inside and came out with a small ninja man and green slimy looking thing to place inside and around their little house. Andrew said that the ninja man was trying to kill the slimy thing and protect his house. Oh, the stories they told while they were building!
You’ll notice some of the pictures from our vacation at the beach have white space around them. This is because I saved all the pictures to a CD on Mitch’s laptop while in Florida. I came home and transferred them to my online service and have had to save from there to post to here. Getting them directly off the CD is too much work. I usually save my pics directly to my home desktop from my CF card which allows pictures to be larger with no white space. I’m sure you all really cared to know all that….blah, blah, ramble, ramble.
Anyway, if you wish to view any beach-trip picture at a larger size, just click on it.
Tiger Woods needs to bring his training camp to our hometown. Just kidding. The beach wouldn’t be THE BEACH without some time on the putting green. The little guys hit the ball too hard, too often. We lost one in the water but Mitch was able to retrieve it. I think the average stroke for Andrew and Luke was eight…wait, ten…no, it was nine….oh, who was really counting!?! Mitch got a hole-in-one…you go, Baby!
Luke went to bed tonight without dinner. Well, it was his choice. We had lasagna (yum!) and garlic bread for dinner but he decided that he didn’t want what I had prepared. Instead, he begged for crackers and ice-cream. I know – what a weird combination. Luke doesn’t surprise me anymore. He is probably our most finicky child but I’m no longer caught off guard by his tantrums and flip-flopping of choices.
So, I stuck to my guns and told him that he wasn’t going to get any other food until he took one (one!) bite of his lasagna. He refused. When Andrew asked for jello as a small dessert snack, Luke chimed in and asked for one, too. When Abigail got a few bites of yogurt, Luke wanted some, too. Each time, I gently reminded Luke that his plate full of delicious lasagna was still on the kitchen table. And each time, he slumped over, moaning about how he didn’t want to eat a bite (one!) of lasagna.
We’ll see how hungry he is in the morning. Muffins are on the menu for breakfast (processed and straight from the bag, CC) so I won’t be surprised if he scarfs two down in one gulp.