Here we are last March celebrating St. Patrick's day, 50 shades of green:) Daughter-in-law Jen brought Irish Stew and soda bread and the kids insisted we drink some green beer. Well, ok!
A rare sunny day in March gave Ada the giggles. She probably wasn't the only one in the Pacific Northwest unable to contain the joy -
Ada turned 3 years old in April. They were in Florida for her birthday so we missed her party. Ada continues to march on to her own sweet music while her mostly male influence beat noisy drums in the background.
I was trying to brush her hair one day and this was the conversation:
Ada: I have a fit when dad tries to brush my hair
Nini: Oh, Ada, you shouldn't throw a fit. Dad just wants you to look pretty.
Ada: BUT I'M ALREADY PRETTY
I had to agree.
Ada: 1
Nini: 0
Her mommy Linden wrote the most beautiful blog about Ada to commemorate her 3rd birthday. CornettandCompany@blogspot.com It gives a very personal and comprehensive look inside everybody's favorite little girl and it's worth checking out.
Ben and Linden hosted the BEST Easter brunch and egg/candy search. I have to mention that my deviled eggs WON THE COMPETITION and I a trophy to prove it. So there.
Ahhh...Springtime
One day in April my cousin Joan (from Red Lodge, Montana) came to visit with her granddaughter, Aida. She was so darned cute, Brady immediately wanted to play doctor!
Some springtime chores: We'll fix this fence for you, Ter Ter -
Drewey turned 3 in July with a wild party at a place called Dizzy Castle. The boys conned me into following them through a maze of tunnels, rope bridges and a curly slide. What was I thinking??? While crawling through a tunnel, I discovered that the distance between my knees and my butt is greater than the planned sum. And after I was shot at with plastic balls being launched from cannons, they threw me down a 900 ft. (at least!!) slide. At one point I told Brady that he wouldn't live to see the 1st grade if he didn't get me outta there. Drew was a perfect little birthday boy but nearly turned inside out when the entire group sang to him. The look on his face was total mortification (reminded me of his father) and he crawled under the table. As soon as the singing was over, he was fine:)
The ice cream and presents helped him recover and it turned out to be a happy birthday after all, didn't it, Drew?
I don't suppose I'll win G'ma of the year with this photo but hey. Desperate times require desperate measures!
Jude is an exceptional swimmer for his age. As soon as their neighborhood pool opened, he immediately passed the swimming test.
Phone conversation: Me: What does it mean when you pass your swimming test, Jude?
Jude: It means I can go swimming whenever I want without a grownup.
Hahaha, like THAT'S going to happen!!
We planted a little peach tree and this year the tree and Brady are exactly the same size. He has a vision that he will grow at the same rate and will always be as tall as the tree. I will keep you posted on this one......
This was a brief, unplanned fudgecicle event but it would have warmed the hardest heart to hear them interact with each other. They started talking about words they have trouble saying and the conversation was darling. Ada summed it all up by saying "I can say every word perfectly". And she can!
And then there's applesauce. We picked apples and made applesauce everytime one team or the other came to play.
Jude turned 5 years old in August. He invited quite a nice number of rowdy little friends to come here for a party. It rained at exactly straight up party-start time so there were at least 15 kids in the playroom upstairs while we scurried to get the Angy Bird cake, etc. back into the house. The rain only lasted about an hour so we scooted them all outside for some great 5-year old fun like a golf game, some rocket launchings and the human slingshot you see in this photo. All injuries were minor.
A nice windy day in August has Brady flying a kite for the very first time all by himself. He was so excited, staying with the project and running all over the field until I was exhausted (watching him.)
And this is my family. Aren't they beautiful? My Aunt Ginny hosted the reunion over Labor Day weekend in Cannon Beach. If you want to throw a party and invite my family, you'd best think twice because they will ALL show up:)
Brady & Drew are both on the same soccer team this year and Andy is the coach. It's a laugh a minute watching Drew guarding the goal (he fits perfectly inside the net) and Brady scoring an inordinate number of goals! Brady didn't really understand the point of the game last year but this year I'd say he gets it!
Drew ran right off the field last week to ask me a question:
Ter Ter? It is possible for a boy to turn into hot lava?
Me: No, Drewey, it's not really possible.
Drew: Dad said it's possible.
Me: Well, Dad's are always right. Then Andy said, DREW, GET BACK ON THE FIELD OR YOU'LL TURN INTO HOT LAVA!! There you have it.
When you stop by next time, these are the photos you will see in the stairwell:
Jude, always thinking
Brady, obviously up to something
Ada, beyond beautiful
Drew. This picture cracks me up.
So there you have an abbreviated version of the past few months. Together we have lived through lots of growing pains which exhibit themselves with crying and lying and fighting and sharing and calculating and measuing (His cookie is bigger than mine!) They are writing their names and coloring inside the lines. Talents are forming, personalities and senses of humor are developing. They can manipulate an old manipulator and that's not easy to do. A one-on-one conversation results in an exchange I never want to forget. That's why I have to stay up with this bloggin' baby book of mine.
More soon, I promise.
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