Thursday, August 20, 2009

Grandma Sue meets Dexter

FIRST FAMILY PICTURES


Grandma Sue came to meet Dexter this past week. To the other two children's delight she came with gifts for them - a baby & stroller for Zoe and legos for Kellan (how could she go wrong?). We had a great time, mostly just hanging around home, catching up and enjoying Dexter. Not so much enjoying the fighting between Zoe and Kellan which seems to have escalated lately. Will there ever be a day they don't fight? I tell myself "enjoy it" - some day I may miss not having them around biting, kicking, screaming, throwing things, etc.


Below is a month old picture. Jim called me one morning at work laughing (which isn't typical for a morning at home). Kellan and Zoe had gotten into it, when Jim went to get him for school he encountered the below sign on Kellan's door...at least no one got physically hurt in the posting of the sign. Though Zoe did cry that her feelings were hurt. Oh, if only feelings could be hurt with each fight.


We made it out to see the Bronco's practice this week. They practice right down the street from my work. We packed a picnic and joined Aunt Jan. It was a beautiful night. It's one of those things we've been meaning to do since moving here, glad we did it, but probably won't do it again - that is unless they get some player we may know and enjoy watching. Broncos have nothing on the Vikings or Eagles.

Not much in the way of school to mention. Zoe has started to clear her throat before talking these past two days. I guess her teacher has a cold and every time she goes to say something she clears her throat. It's very odd to hear a three year old clear her throat. I keep waiting for something very profound to come out of her little mouth.

Kellan has been exhausted. He wakes up very early, then with the long school day he's beat by the end of the day. We're hoping it's his lack of sleep that is blurring reality and the world of legos. He asked us in the car yesterday if people who need to wear oxygen tanks have to take their heads off to get the tank on. What??? We couldn't help but laugh...hysterically. We knew exactly what he was talking about. Legos on the brain - non-stop. We may need an intervention.



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