The Gallery photo album is down for a bit. We’d been using an outdated model, and the clock finally ran out on the old version working. Once Matt figures out the new, overhauled software, we’ll be back in business.
Today is the official beginning of summer, as the 97-degree temperature is making all too clear. Tomorrow it will be 99, which means I had better drag the pool out of the shed.
We spent Father’s Day visiting. First, a trip to Zadie and Nana’s house for cars, fish feeding, and Finding Nemo watching. After his nap, we zipped over to Grandma and Papaw’s house for dinner and outdoor fun.
And cat admiring:
Friends
Simon and TJ remain fast friends. During a typical day at Grandma and Papaw’s house, Simon will have at least two 45-minute play/chase/pet sessions with him.
We also hauled out Grandma’s newest yard-sale finds. The clear favorite:
"I'm good at this!"
Once we got him batting left-handed (I think they had him going right at school last week), he had a blast whacking the ball across the lawn. The quote in the caption above is a real one, and was followed by “Mama, go get Daddy and Uncle Dan so they can watch me!” He was so very proud of himself.
The night ended with a trip around the block in the Little Tikes toy car. I think that trip gets filed away under “Last Things”, though. His legs have gotten so much longer that his knees were too high up and he had a hard time getting the car to move! Out goes one era: in ushers another.
I love how unabashedly little kids love an audience.
I remember my cousin’s daughter getting some sort of microphone karaoke thing for christmas. After dinner she came into the dining room and said, “OK, all the grownups have to stop talking now and listen to me sing.”
It is really cute. Then you read that adults’ #1 fear is speaking in public. When does that happen, I wonder? And is natural, or do we somewhere along the way beat inborn confidence out of people? I wish I knew.