Here is something fun. Faith's latest gymnastics achievement-- her round-off back-tuck. She's been working on this for many months, but it hasn't involved the bodily trauma learning her aerial did.
Yee-haw! Giddy-up horsies! (Cannon and Faith are the horsies).
Not such a clear picture, but I had to post it. Abe took Elinor and Faith with him to work today at Soldier Hollow for a Sheep Dog Championship. I had a pretty good night's sleep, so I was feeling adventurous myself. I took Clark Bethany, Cannon, George, and Peter to Thanksgiving Point to the Dinosaur Museum. I figured if things got rough with Peter, Clark and Bethany would be able to handle the little boys.
I'm not sure why this made me so happy, but I loved watching Clark and Bethany enjoying themselves with the same exhibits that entertained them so much as little kids. They worked together to build a magnetized dinosaur skeleton puzzle and they had fun working at the water erosion table building a dam.
Clark looked at the exhibits he hadn't been to for a few years and said, "Everything is smaller than I remember it." Yes, well, you are quite a bit bigger than you were then.
I suppose it was just nice to have a little flash back in my mind to yesteryear when I was more capable of meeting all of their needs. These teenagers--they've done gone and grown up on me! I suppose having another baby won't keep anybody else from growing up.
Oh, curse you, postpartum emotions!!!!!! Can anybody hand me a tissue?
Okay, onto something that could make me cry, but for a different reason. Elinor called me from the Sheep Dog show she was at with Abe and Faith. And I quote, "Mom, um, they have dogs here you can adopt and... no, don't say anything yet... and they are already fixed, so they can't have puppies."
My response: Elinor, is this a real phone call? Are you actually asking me for a dog? Where is Dad? Is he there? Did he tell you to call me? Let me talk to Dad.
Me: Abe, did you tell Elinor to call me and ask for a dog? Why would you do that? You don't want a dog! Why must I be the one to say no. Please go inform her that there will be no dog, because you said so.
Later that day, Bethany says to me, "Mom, I don't want this to happen and it would be super sad, but if you died, I know we could get Dad to agree to let us get a dog."
Yes, Bethany, you probably could.
I'm telling you, this mothering thing takes some pretty thick skin.
When the boys were fishing on Saturday, Bethany worked a farmer's market with Abe, so I was left with these two beauties. I took them to my new favorite place to eat-- Pizzeria Limone. I don't know that they were very impressed, but after three weeks of being pretty home bound I was ready for a change of scenery.
And speaking of three weeks-- Look who is three weeks old today!! We are enjoying him so much, but we do have a wee little problem. He hates his car seat-- sad, sad, heart-breaking, lip-quivering crying. What are we to do?