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Shake-a-booty

There is a hilarious new fad in our household right now.

“Shake-a-booty” is just what it sounds like… bend your knees a bit, stick your rear-end out a little, tuck your elbows in… and wiggle your behind while you pump your arms a bit. This little move started during one of the many “dance party” events in our living room where the kids showcase their latest dance moves to random music selections. It was Reed that coined the move first and even gave it the name. We died laughing, and when you give that strong of a reaction to something, the kids are going to do it over and over and over.

Now that little move has transpired to bath time.

When either kid is getting ready for bath (ie: stripping naked in the bathroom while I am getting the bath water ready), they proceed to go streaking through the house and “Shake-a-booty” in front of Mommy, who is usually in the living room. It is absolutely hilarious to see Alison get so excited after I get her diaper off to look up at me and say (in a mischievous tone), “Shake-a-booty” before she darts out of the bathroom. The next thing I hear is Julie busting out laughing and giggling as they run back to the bathroom.

RB

Reed dresses himself now

IMG_3675Reed is a stubborn boy like most 3-year-olds are, but there is one fight that we have had each and every day for the good part of a year. Ever since Reed started to care what he was wearing, we have had to do everything possible to get him dressed: yelling, spanking, bribery, time-out, good-cop bad-cop, pinning, double-team… you name it. It doesn’t matter what we are dressing for either, so it is not just for the “church clothes”.

Recently, he’s grown big enough for jeans that need a belt. So we got him a real belt and he quickly learned to put it on by himself. He started wearing boots as well, and those were easy for him to pull on and off by himself. For a little while this smoothed the fight, but he still was reliant on us for other parts of his wardrobe, as well as what was appropriate to wear.

Last Sunday morning, I forget how the situation started, but Reed said that he was going to get dressed. Julie and I were astonished and we promptly supported his initiative. He went to his room and got himself completely dressed by himself!

Now, our typical rules for (boy) church clothes are no shorts and shirt must have a collar. Reed came out wearing jeans, boots and a long-sleeve t-shirt. When he marched into our bathroom with me to show his Mother what he had done, I quickly downplayed any clothing criteria, and opted for the proud moment. Reed was beaming from ear-to-ear from our praise.

Our routine in the morning now is that I sit in his room while he picks out his clothes, and then I leave while he gets dressed. I only offer advice on the weather, but otherwise it is up to him.

RB

Sweet Potato Harvest

This past Spring, we had a sweet potato on our kitchen counter that had sprouted, so Julie chopped it into thirds and threw them into an empty space in our raised-bed garden. We literally did NOTHING else except to run the sprinklers on our normal one-day-a-week ration schedule.

When the vines started to look very healthy in early Fall, our curiosity peaked and I looked online to study how/when to harvest, should we have a crop. The info I found said to wait until after the first freeze, when the leaves of the vine are darker. So, in mid-December, we had our first steady cold spell that included a few freeze warnings. Sure enough, the leaves began to darken even more than they had, so I jumped at the opportunity to dig up what possible crop we had.

We could already see the tops of several potatoes bulging through the surface, so I knew we would have a few, but I was pleasantly surprised when we dug up 2-dozen or so sweet potatoes in varying sizes.

Memorial Day Weekend

So May turned into one heck of a busy month! Three out of the four weekends on the road somewhere in Texas… College Station, Houston and now Dallas!

The Browns (and the Keiths) invited the whole crew to stay in Southlake for the weekend for food, swimming, and more food, and more swimming. This version of the trip was little more suburban than the last one, but the agenda wasn’t all that different.

Thanks to Britt and KC for the awesome hospitality in the beautiful new home. Julie and I said several times how much we wished that there weren’t so many miles between us, but it is worth it every time we all make the effort.

Bedtime chat

I was talking to Reed last night about the weekend we had at Jellystone Park with the Pikes. We started to talk about Kate and how much they played together (and fought), shared the beds in the loft of the cabin and went on the slides in the water park. I asked Reed, “Is Kate a pretty girl?” He smiled sheepishly at me and then said, “Yes, but she doesn’t have a dress.” “Does she need to wear a dress to be pretty?”, I asked. “Yes, and then she will spin (in her dress).”, he replied.

Then he talked more about the water slides… “When I get bigger I will put Kate on my lap on the slides, and when we go down I will hold her so that she does not get water in her face and she does not have to pinch her nose in the water. I will do that when I get bigger.”

Jellystone Park

Our annual trip with the Pikes took us to Jellystone Park in Waller, Texas. We have finally settled that tubing the river, or doing anything around a public river is just going to have to be put on the back burner until the kids get older. So, we have abandoned our usual spot in New Braunfels and in fact have leaned more towards the Houston-side of Texas, to the family-friendly Jellystone Park.

Right out of the Hanna Barbera cartoons, Yogi, Boo Boo, Cindy and Ranger Smith are all part of the scene. There are cabins, RV slots and tent camping spots for all types of accommodations. All of this seems to revolve around the great water park that  is perfect for kids of all ages.

We opted for the 2-room cabin to share with the Pikes for our usual 4 days, 3 nights stay. The living room had a loft above it, which was perfect for Reed and Kate (both 3 yrs old) to sleep in. The loft had a fixed ladder leading up to an enclosed space that had two full-size mattresses on the floor. The extremely low ceiling clearance was only about 3 ft (no lie), which made it a perfect space for the kids. The bedrooms were quaint and could have used a few extra square feet, but we didn’t spend much time in there at all. The lone bathroom had only a shower which made bath time for the little ones a little makeshift. The best feature was by far the screened-in porch. Having the kids within earshot after they went down for bed and able to sit outside without the gnats was clutch.

We were pretty adventurous with our cooking, and opted to do all dinners over the camp fire, even though our cabin had a full kitchen. We didn’t know that the water park had pizza and burgers, or we certainly would have done that the first night there. I think the most success we had on the fire were the kabobs of chicken, beef, pineapple and peppers… the worst experience had to be the pigs in a blanket that Julie and I never really had a clear idea of the cooking and prep process (once again, had we eaten at the water park we would have avoided that catastrophe).

The water park is where it’s at. I will admit that it was overwhelming the first day we were there because of the sheer number of people. Unfamiliar territory and the first time on big water slides took a little while for Reed to get comfortable. However, by Sunday afternoon the park had significantly cleared out and it was much more bearable to settle in and spread out at the kiddie pool and the slides. In fact, Reed did eventually go on the slides all by himself after a series of rounds with him in my lap. Once again, having Kate around gave him the extra peer pressure he needed to suck it up and just do it. By the end he was doing the circuit (up the stairs, down the slide) by himself and we got to live the good life on the sidelines and cheer him on.

The other things we did while we were there:
1) Tried fishing with Reed for the first time… 2) Played some miniature golf… 3) Played football, teeball, and chased each other around in the field by the cabin… 4) Reed took a shower for the first time… 5) The girls took the older kids to the outdoor theater (saw Despicable Me) while Jim and I watched a Spurs playoff game.

Alison loves dirt and sand

Alison loves to play in the dirt or sand. Her brother on the other hand, would always whine if there was any dirt or sand in one of his Crocs, and insist that we help him get it out… or heaven forbid he get his shirt dirty or wet, he would insist on a different shirt. No, Ali is far from a “dirt-phobe”, and loves to sit down in the middle of it and move it around with whatever tool she can find.