Oh Go Fly a Kite

I bought the children kites a couple of weeks ago - a fairy princess for Quinn and an airplane for Greyson. This Saturday was the first windy day we had that didn't involve thunderstorms so we took them out to the field in front of our neighborhood to fly them. Quinn had a blast. She laughed and danced and giggled watching her kite fly in the sky. She even held onto hers for a bit. Greyson on the other hand was quite dismayed at the fact that his airplane might actually go into the sky. When we asked him if he wanted to fly his he told us no thank you but that he prefered that it stay in the car. Apparently he enjoys looking at it but not actually using it for its intended purpose. sigh.

Good Friends

We were very fortunate to have not one but two friends darken our doorstep this weekend.

The first was our friend Jay Tuck (Dr. J to the kids). He was in town interviewing for a fellowship at Vanderbilt Medical Center and took time out of schmoozing doctors to drive out to East Bumble and have dinner with us and the kids on Friday. We had a great time catching up. Poor Jay though had to experience not only me watching KU basketball but KU losing (which isn't a pretty picture). There was screaming and jumping and cursing and eventually me pounding my head on the floor. We are hoping that Jay gets his fellowship and as we would love to have him and his family here in Nashville. I am also hoping that I didn't scare him away with my basketball watching antics!!

Our other guest was Raif's childhood compadre Kevin Reed. Kevin took time out of his busy travel and work schedule to spend the weekend with us. Kevin is one of our few friends that hasn't fallen into the silly marriage and children trap. We enjoyed listening to someone who actually had a life talking about dating and his world travels and life that revolves around something other than potty training and nap times. It might not have been the most exciting weekend for Kevin but hopefully he got caught up on some sleep. We had a pretty low-key weekend. Kevin is the Mac-Daddy on the soccer field and so helped Greyson pick out all of his soccer gear making sure that my son had only the best. Quinn was quite smitten with Uncle Kevin and followed him around everywhere and danced with him and used this coquettish giggle on him that I think made Raif cringe a bit.

As always, both visits were too short but we enjoyed seeing everyone again and hope that they will come back soon.
Greyson schooling Uncle Kevin on how to really play soccer.
Uncle Kevin always gets the cutest girls...

Bend It Like Erim

Next week Greyson starts his first foray into organized sport. We signed him up for soccer. Today we took him out to get all the necessary equipment: cleats, socks, shorts, shin guards and a ball. He loved all of his new gear and insisted on wearing them as soon as he got up from nap and he didn't take them off until he went to bed. He looks the part, now we will see what happens next Saturday.

Tranquility Needed

We went out to lunch this afternoon and as usual Greyson needed to go potty. I took him into the bathroom and in to the handicapped stall (much more room for two in there) which happened to be underneath the air vent. He got in and looked around and politely informed me that we needed to go to the other stall. I asked why and he said "Mommy, this one is too loud. I need it to be quiet when I pee."

You Know You've Been in the South Too Long...

When your daughter says - "Oh you made me grilled cheese for lunch....Bless your heart!"

Greyson's First Official School Pictures

Greyson got his first official school pics back last week and they are pretty cute. There is one in there you can definitely tell that he is saying cheese. Anyway for those who are interested in looking you can go to the following website

www.photogifts.lifetouch.com

use my e-mail: michele@theerims.com and the password: polsa1

Hope you enjoy.

The Only Thing That Separates Us From The Animals Is Our Ability to Accesorize.

This is how we left the house today to pick up Greyson - not one, not two but three purses (including cell phone and keys of course). Oy vey the teenage years are going to be hell.

Oh and mad props to the first person who gives me the 80's chickflick movie that my title quote comes from!! (It's one of my favorites)