Another mass update from me. I can't even imagine that I once had time to nurture this blog. I would actually sit and think of clever things to say. I would futz around with getting the pictures just right. It was a labor of love. Now I barely have time to throw things on it. That's how my life is these days. It's how I roll. And that is why I can never have a pet.
Here is a picture of Grandpa Brad with two of his grandsons. We were all excited to take a picture of this cause Tommy and Josh are wearing matching outfits. I have to tell you that because from this picture you would never know that they were wearing matching outfits. Grandpa Brad looks like he has been wrestling two little boys and is gritting his teeth for this to be over. And that is how it really did roll.
Mollie is learning to ride a two-wheeler. This is her old bike, she got a new one for her birthday. We had to get a classic "dad teaching daughter to ride a bike" pic. She is almost ready to roll on her own.
I love these two handsome rollers. We had a nice picnic at Liberty Park in August.
The sole reason for including this pic is to highlight Tommy's roly-poly legs. They are like squishy marshmallows. YUM!
After a nice night at Liberty Park
I didn't know that there was a bus stop at the top of our street, so I was waiting another street over for Mollie to get off the bus after school. Mollie, being kind of smarter than her mom, saw our street and just hopped off and walked to our house. She went in the back door and finding me not home, sat on the porch until the mailman walked by. He found her crying and wondering if her mom was "dead." He called the school and waited with her until I got home. In the meantime, I met her bus at another stop, saw all the other cute kids get off and pretty much wet my pants when there was no Mollie. I walked to her friends house and Mollie wasn't there either. Thanks to my friend lending me her car and watching Tommy, I sped home to find Mollie and we were reunited. Now that it's over and I have officially written it down, I can never talk about this again!
Tommy got buried in the sand.
I love this picture because it says so much. There were 14 little kids on this trip and Tommy was the youngest. He pretty much got mauled by all of them. At first he was Mr. Friendly, but by the end of the trip, when a kid came within 5 feet, he screamed like a monkey. Here he is getting buried in the sand and by the look on his face...well, you can guess what he is thinking.
And finally, the vegetable stand. Our garden has been great this year and Mollie and Cory got this big idea to have a vegetable stand. I don't know if Cory or Mollie was more excited. Cory was worried that he'd have enough vegetables ("Julie, what if someone wants kale? I don't have any kale!") Utimately, it was Mollie's project so she and I spent an afternoon this week trying to sell vegetables. We put a sign out on Parley's Way and set up this table in our yard. We only had one customer, Grandma Mary. She paid for some vegetables and Mollie gave her change. I think Grandma Mary actually made money on the deal ;) Mollie was so excited and every time a car would drive by she would get things all ready: open and close her cash register a few times, sift through the tomatoes, sit up a little taller in her chair. Unfortunately, our neighbors only waved and smiled and kept on going. Mollie took it okay when I decided to be her customer and spend $5 on three grape tomatoes and a zuchinni. But seriously people! Are your hearts made of stone? Did you not notice a cute little kid smiling for all she was worth? She was working so hard and trying so hard it about broke my heart. I vow to NEVER drive by a lemonade stand again without buying something, circling back and buying a second round. Heartless, cruel world! I would buy anything from this cute thing! She was okay though and had fun, so I guess that counts as success!