Group Fitness

Keeping their word, both Mike and Britton have been running in the evenings. We explained to Britton that she has to partake (I just love that word) in some type of cardiovascular exercise, several times a week.  While she was adamant that ballet class, one hour a week, met this requirement, we explained to her that she would have to rejoin the swim team or commit to running three times a week with her Dad. The laces were tightened and off they went.

Mike enjoys their runs because it gives them quality time together and an opportunity to talk. As our girls get older the benefits of this will increase tenfold- stamina, confidence, quality time, dependability, strength and determination. Good job guys (and gals)!

Kens has tagged along once herself. Run Forest Run!

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The Great Chapter

Sometimes when I read a really good book, I don’t want it end. I’ll fold down the top corner of the page, tuck it away to save for later. Something to look forward to. Something to savor.  And so it was with my ‘last baby’ starting preschool today. I’ve been waiting to get to this part since I started this book over 10 years ago. I knew what this book would be about, but I don’t want it to end. Not just yet. Today was the last time I will take a toddler, my toddler, to their first day of preschool.

2013-2014 School Year: Class 2A

Seems like 2004 was only yesterday, when I took 2 year old Britton to her preschool. I remember the red smocked dress she wore- it had three red apples on it. She wore a big white bow and white Keds with ruffled socks. In 2007, sweet little Kenley started her preschool, albeit with a broken sternum, but she went. That, too, was a bitter sweet day.  She sat up, cautiously, in the teacher’s white rocking chair, away from curious friends who like to hug and touch.

Instead of looking at it as the end of a great book, I’m going to shift my outlook a bit and decide that it’s only the end of a great little chapter. There is more in this book for me to enjoy.

Snot and Dirt

My kids are busy, my sister’s kids are curious, my God son Downing is fast– throw them all together in a large room, add a splash of red wine, let ‘em simmer for an hour or so. The result is an easier time for all their Mama’s. Not quite sure how it works out that way every time, it just does. At this stage in life, chaos is bliss particularly in numbers. We had an impromptu madhouse play date this weekend. Count ‘em, 6 kids, 3 moms, 2 hyper dogs. We are so excited to have Aunt Coco and Downing back in town for good!

Dirt and snot, I am finding, is the essence of a happy little boy.  Trucks are just an added bonus.

 Whit at 14 months

Oh, and their funny faces too.

 Welcome back to T-Town Downing! “D” @ 3 years old

Raynes will be starting preschool this week. I am beyond excited going to miss my little guy three mornings a week. He even had a homework assignment to “draw” a picture of his family. Sorry, that one made me laugh.

Sugar and spice and everything nice…

 AB @ 2 1/2 yrs

These two are a hot mess. Raynes was having some car trouble, cousin Whit tried to see what the problem was.  Lord, these two are fun. Although their 8 months age difference is obvious now, these two will be in the same ‘grade’ growing up.

A set of shiny new tubes in his ears last week have helped ol’ Whit to hear we think!

In My Next Life

Now I’m not saying that I necessarily believe in life after death but, if I did… I might just want to come back as Poochie Mama. She leads a hard life, let me tell you: bubble baths, bottled water, never boarded at the vet, and she sleeps in high thread count sheets in her mama’s arms each night.

She continues sleeping throughout the day going from couches, to chairs to beds.  See? I told you it’s a tough life.

Until she makes her quiet rounds looking for a better breakfast than the one laid out before her.  She’s definitely an indoor girl.

Who likes to be in the center of the action.

 Aunt Britty loves her.

She’s the best little Havanese – even if she is extremely small for her breed. She rounds out our family perfectly. She is our family.

Craftiness

Britton has been saving her allowance for a craft project she spotted on Pinterest recently. Gotta love a girl that crafts.  I took her to Hobby Lobby where she bought various colors of small clay packages, jewelry hooks and a special glaze. I had no idea what in the world she was wanting to make but she was adamant that she wanted to spend all $28 of her hard earned cash for this little project of hers.

I have learned that when it comes to Britton and her ‘projects,’ I best not stand in the way of her creative mind.


Clay ‘minion’ charms for necklaces and bracelets. What you can’t see is that little cake slice on the far right? It has 8 layers of rainbow inside. Since they are the size of my thumb nail, I’m still not sure how she managed to do that.