I went to pick up Greyson at his playground preschool today. There was a group of boys playing in the sandbox. No Greyson. There was a group of boys playing some sort of tag game on the jungle gym. No Greyson.
Finally I found him over by the swings. Each swing was filled with a girl. Each girl was swinging with her stomach on the swing and her rear up in the air. And to choruses of "Swing Me, Greyson!!" there was my son pushing each of their rears and I am sure as his father would have been doing - copping a feel.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The preschool Hazel
Anyone who has met my mother knows that she is one of the cleanest people alive. Her house is always immaculate. My father and I always joke that dirt and dust are actually afraid to come into the house.
Anyone who knows me knows that I DEFINITELY did not inherit that trait. I found out today why - apparently it skips a generation.
Greyson and I were in the living room playing bulldozers (poor Guinness was the pile of dirt we were moving - he is such patient dog) when Quinn came storming in to announce in a very accusatory tone that I had dog hair under my bed. She then announced that she was going to clean it. Off she toddled into the pantry to get the broom and dustpan. After 5 minutes of silence I went to find her and she was on her stomach, almost all the way under my bed brushing out the dog hair. By the time I had gotten my camera she had finished under the bed and had moved to my bedside table.
She then announced that she needed to clean upstairs too and spent a good 20 minutes searching for dog hair which went into her dustpan and very tidily ended up in our trash can. Frankly our bedroom hasn't been that clean in months. Thanks Quinn.
Anyone who knows me knows that I DEFINITELY did not inherit that trait. I found out today why - apparently it skips a generation.
Greyson and I were in the living room playing bulldozers (poor Guinness was the pile of dirt we were moving - he is such patient dog) when Quinn came storming in to announce in a very accusatory tone that I had dog hair under my bed. She then announced that she was going to clean it. Off she toddled into the pantry to get the broom and dustpan. After 5 minutes of silence I went to find her and she was on her stomach, almost all the way under my bed brushing out the dog hair. By the time I had gotten my camera she had finished under the bed and had moved to my bedside table.
She then announced that she needed to clean upstairs too and spent a good 20 minutes searching for dog hair which went into her dustpan and very tidily ended up in our trash can. Frankly our bedroom hasn't been that clean in months. Thanks Quinn.
Monday, July 27, 2009
The BBB
When Raif approached me a month or two ago with the idea of getting Greyson a Big Boy Bike (BBB) for his birthday I thought he was crazy. It wasn't too long ago that he finally managed to learn how to ride his trike. He was on our neighbors bike a couple of months ago and screamed when it leaned a little to the left and onto the training wheels. He's going to hate it and it will sit in our garage and collect dust, I thought.
Man I was wrong. Saturday Greyson got that bike and it was love at first sight. He jumped on it first thing and started riding it around the house. No fear at all. Since we live in a sub-division that has absolutely no level ground whatsoever we packed up all the family bikes and headed to our local park on Sunday. He took off and never looked back. He fell a couple of times when he took some turns to fast but he got right back on again and kept going. Tour De France here we come.
Everyone got in on the act - even Grandma and Grandpa.
And for those of you familiar with cycling - yes my son is riding a Trek. For those of you not familiar with cycling - Trek is the bike that Lance Armstrong and a lot of the professional cyclists ride. Well, with Raif as his Dad - does that surprise anyone?
Man I was wrong. Saturday Greyson got that bike and it was love at first sight. He jumped on it first thing and started riding it around the house. No fear at all. Since we live in a sub-division that has absolutely no level ground whatsoever we packed up all the family bikes and headed to our local park on Sunday. He took off and never looked back. He fell a couple of times when he took some turns to fast but he got right back on again and kept going. Tour De France here we come.
Everyone got in on the act - even Grandma and Grandpa.
And for those of you familiar with cycling - yes my son is riding a Trek. For those of you not familiar with cycling - Trek is the bike that Lance Armstrong and a lot of the professional cyclists ride. Well, with Raif as his Dad - does that surprise anyone?
King For A Day....
We are very low-key around here when it comes to birthdays. OK, I know that those of you who either went to Quinn or Greyson's first birthday extravaganzas are silently snickering to yourselves and saying "Sure Michele." Those parties were mostly for Raif and I to celebrate the fact we survived the first year of parenthood after that birthdays around here are pretty much low key. We skipped the party this year because most of Greyson's friends are at school and they already do a birthday party there so why do it again at our house. Instead we annoited Greyson "King for the Day" and he got to choose whatever he wanted to do all day. For breakfast he ordered chocolate chip pancakes - the artistic 4 added by Chef Daddy.
Then after a brief discussion as to why we couldn't go see a hockey game on his birthday he opted for a trip to the zoo. Actually, we got closer to going to a hockey game then one might think in July. It was Ice Day at the zoo and so they had all sorts of booths and ice related activities - free ice cream from Blue Bell, ice cream treats for the animals and.....the Nashville Predators were there too. We rode the carousel and watched the merkats and the clouded leopards get icy treats. Greyson played some hockey and Quinn got a butterfly painted on her cheek.
After that it was pizza for lunch then nap time and then present time - which included a Big Boy Bike - the highlight of the presents. Greyson was so sweet and even let Quinn open some of his presents. For dinner - no surprise there - the Japanese Steakhouse finished off by cupcakes at home. A pretty full and fun day for our newest 4 year old.
Of course, we have tons more pictures of the day - in case these weren't enough. You can see them all at Raif's smug mug page
Then after a brief discussion as to why we couldn't go see a hockey game on his birthday he opted for a trip to the zoo. Actually, we got closer to going to a hockey game then one might think in July. It was Ice Day at the zoo and so they had all sorts of booths and ice related activities - free ice cream from Blue Bell, ice cream treats for the animals and.....the Nashville Predators were there too. We rode the carousel and watched the merkats and the clouded leopards get icy treats. Greyson played some hockey and Quinn got a butterfly painted on her cheek.
After that it was pizza for lunch then nap time and then present time - which included a Big Boy Bike - the highlight of the presents. Greyson was so sweet and even let Quinn open some of his presents. For dinner - no surprise there - the Japanese Steakhouse finished off by cupcakes at home. A pretty full and fun day for our newest 4 year old.
Of course, we have tons more pictures of the day - in case these weren't enough. You can see them all at Raif's smug mug page
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Indoctrination Complete
With Raif having graduated from Vanderbilt, living in Nashville and having their school on Vanderbilt's campus it was only natural that our kids became VU (Vandy) fans. Today we found just how much of a fan Greyson is.
Susan Gray (the kids school) is having a fundraiser at the end of the year: Gene Stallings is speaking and part of the fundraiser is a scrimmage between two local high schools. Tomorrow the school is having a pep rally for the football players and the teachers were going to teach each class to do a cheer for a particular team. Ms. Tina (Greyson's teacher) was going to teach the kids "Who Ya With" which is a Vandy cheer. Well, Greyson would have no part of "Who Ya With - Montgomery Bell" and insisted it was "Who Ya With - VU". Every time he practiced he said VU. He convinced his best friend Yohannes that is was VU and before Ms. Tina knew it the whole class was cheering for Vandy. Ms. Tina finally gave up and said she was going to have to find a cheer to teach tomorrow that had nothing to do with VU. Here's hoping she doesn't pick a Predators cheer!
Susan Gray (the kids school) is having a fundraiser at the end of the year: Gene Stallings is speaking and part of the fundraiser is a scrimmage between two local high schools. Tomorrow the school is having a pep rally for the football players and the teachers were going to teach each class to do a cheer for a particular team. Ms. Tina (Greyson's teacher) was going to teach the kids "Who Ya With" which is a Vandy cheer. Well, Greyson would have no part of "Who Ya With - Montgomery Bell" and insisted it was "Who Ya With - VU". Every time he practiced he said VU. He convinced his best friend Yohannes that is was VU and before Ms. Tina knew it the whole class was cheering for Vandy. Ms. Tina finally gave up and said she was going to have to find a cheer to teach tomorrow that had nothing to do with VU. Here's hoping she doesn't pick a Predators cheer!
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