Hobbies & Past Times

In the midst of our kitchen remodel, we're all trying to find things to do to keep us out of the kitchen and keep our minds off of the squalor that we've come to live in. While t-ball still isn't Anna's favorite thing to do (at this point, we're calling it a practice in "stick-to-it-ness" as she expressed interest in playing, so we signed her up--now she's got to follow-through, yo) she's really sort of embraced it and is blooming where she was planted (way, way out in right field, sometimes laying on her belly, picking flowers). The picture is woefully terrible, as our scanner isn't working, so please forgive.

She's on the first row, sitting on the far right of the picture. Big, adorable smile on her face.

Then, there's our Jack. In case you're wondering--why no, he's still not walking. He does everything BUT walk at this point. It's sort of embarrassing. He starts school next week and I've been told that being around other kids his age who are, in fact, bi-peds, will greatly encourage him to do the same.

This dinky, pink toy laptop is always a source of conflict at our house. Kevin and I hate it with the heat of 1000 suns. It was "broken" for the longest time (somehow, someway, those batteries just popped themselves right out of it and poof!--it didn't work for a few months). When it is in working order though, it causes fights like you've never seen between Anna and her friend. Now, Jack has discovered the awesomeness that is this stupid toy. If Anna's around, brother doesn't have a chance in hell of getting near it, but once she's gone, he's all over it.

Here he is, checking sister's t-ball stats online

I will post pictures of the kitchen remodel soon. It's really coming together. I'm hesitant to post pictures until it's finished because I'm a perfectionist like that. If you know our house at all though, just know that the obnoxious reddish-maroon cabinets are gone (well, they're technically not gone, as they're in a giant pile on our back patio, awaiting a frenzy of Freecyclers who will hopefully come and clean it up, like so many turkey vultures on a dead skunk) and the 1950's Formica is a thing of the past now. Things are looking up.