Thursday, July 31, 2008
First the sad news: the puppy only lasted six days. (Don't look at me! I was being supportive!) He apparently worked himself up enough one night and jumped the four-foot fence that seemed secure. He then, of course, headed where all animals seem to head around here, right for US 40, where he was struck and killed. The boys were pretty upset, especially Levi. I may not shed tears over animals, but I do shed tears over my children shedding tears.
Our obligatory fair-trip went well....highlights were how well our new red wagon worked out (does that count as a fair highlight?)...Sara's 2nd-place tractor pull finish (is there any money in professional kiddie-tractor-pulling?)...Leah enjoying the Ferris wheel for the first time. Here's a fun-loving boy at the top of a well-loved ride:
If it's fair time, it must be birthday time. Delaney gets a birthday well-spaced from the others, right smack in the middle of summer. Turning seven around here means you can invite a few friends to join in the celebration (Delaney's in the middle).
Last but not least, football practice has officially started. And to think, it only took 8 1/2 years!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Yes. It is. He's ours.
Here's the stats, for those who care about such things:
Black lab, 13 weeks old, found him through Craig's list from a family who does animal rescue (his parents were rescued by this family). So far, kids are still 3-2 in favor of him, although Sara shows heavy signs of bumping it to 4-1 soon. Leah is generally determined to live indoors for the rest of her natural life. Because, of course, he is and always will be an OUTSIDE dog. : )
They have named him Prince (after Eric's childhood dog).
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Levi: Mom! We heard that song. I think that's the same song we heard this morning.
Me: You're right...it is.
(A few minutes later)
Delaney: Mom! This song, too. We already heard this song.
Me: You're right...we heard that one earlier, too.
Delaney (after a few more that sounded awfully familiar): Mom, I think these radio stations play the same songs over and over.
Me: I think you're right, girl.
Delaney: Let's find something that sounds more mysterious.