School Pictures

 Fletcher, 1st grade

Luke, 3 years old

Kevin mentioned awhile back that he wanted to let both of them grow their hair out just to see what it would look like.  So neither one of them have had a haircut since August (I think).  Fletcher's hair is definitely showing some wild waves.  Luke is going for the Justin Bieber look.  For those of you living under a rock, Justin Bieber is the 15 year old pop singing sensation who got his start on youtube.  Not sure how long I can let it get since Luke's is starting to hang down in his eyes, but they are having fun with it.  They especially love to make it stick up everywhere and look wild when they get out of the tub and it is still partially wet. 

Self, Party of One?

Kevin had a late meeting last night.

Luke decided not to take a nap yesterday afternoon. 

I let Fletcher and Luke call Kevin to say good night and tell him about their days at school and preschool.  We were all on speaker phone. 

Fletcher:  I had a good day.  I didn't have to stand.
Dad:  Good job, buddy.  I am proud of you.
Luke:  I didn't have to stand.  (They don't use this as a punishment at preschool, but Luke likes to say it too because he knows it is a good thing )
Dad:  You didn't have to stand either, Luke?  That's great. 
Fletcher:  Luke didn't have a very good day.  (note how he throws his brother under the bus)
Dad:  Luke, what happened? 
Luke:  (silence)
Fletcher:  Do you want me to tell him or you tell him?
Fletcher:  (not waiting for an answer) Luke took all his books off his bookshelf and wouldn't pick them up so he got a spanking.
Fletcher:  AND he didn't take a nap today.
Dad:  Luke?  You are supposed to listen and obey when Mama tells you to do something.
Luke:  (silence)
Mom:  So Luke, what do you have to say for yourself?
Luke:  Sorry, Self.

Why do I feel like he missed the point entirely?  As a side note, we generally do not encourage tattling in our house.  We have to remind Fletcher quite often.  

"Three Dimensional Replica" aka "Diorama"

He's a first born.  His mother has neurotic tendencies.  We might need an intervention. 
When I was a teacher, I assigned math related projects to my students all the time.  I believed it was good for them and allowed those who were more creative and artsy to feel successful in a very structured mathematical environment.  I am regretting that decision now that I am on the other side.  I guess this is payback.

Of course, we will post pictures of the completed project.  I promise I am trying really hard to abide by the "let them do most of the work" directions. 

Breakin' A Sweat

Our trip was great, but I am one tired mama. 

Hope this brings a smile to your Monday morning.  He's just getting started, but I am sure if he keeps it up those extra pounds will be gone in no time!

On The Road Again

Leaf peeping

Grandma hugging

Papa Charlie golf cart driving

Golf playing

Goat feeding

Mountain seeing

Curvy road driving

Road trip

Guess He Told Me

One day Luke and I were home for lunch.  He was going to eat pasta noodles with red sauce so I took his shirt off  so he wouldn't get sauce all over it.  This is not our first spaghetti rodeo if you know what I mean.

I sat down to eat with him and well...this one probably works best in conversation format....

Luke (pointing to his nipples on his chest):  Mama, what are deese? 
Mom (wishing we could just eat):  Those are called nipples.  Everyone has them but the boy ones don't really do anything.
Luke:  Yes dey do.  See?

At this point he proceeds to shake his shoulders like he is doing some sort of shimmy dance and moving his arms so they will move up and down.  Then he pokes on them again pushing them so that they move the tiniest bit.

Luke:  See?  Dey can do awot of tings. 

I'm going to let Kevin be in charge of all future biology lessons.

Reminiscing

Ever since our computer incident last week, Kevin has been diligently trying to get our picture and video files in some sort of order so that we can quit backing up the same files over and over which overloads our external hard drive.  I should be helping.  Instead, I've had fun watching some of the videos we've taken over the years.  I know we have more that aren't on the computer but are on tapes somewhere.  We probably need to do something with those before that technology becomes obsolete.  This one of Fletcher always makes me laugh for so many reasons.  I think he was about 13 months old because that's about the time he learned to walk. I thought he would never walk!  He just didn't care to go anywhere.  But the boy could talk!  Couldn't understand a work he was saying, but those were sentences with subjects, verbs and prepositional phrases.  Loved those curls too.  (An overzealous barber chopped them all off one day when I sent Fletcher with Kevin to get a "trim").