Caught the Bug

I've heard it can be addictive, and it's true. Once you've done it once you want another one. Yesterday ended with a few more google searches. He's done two and is looking for more.

Our triathlete, Ben.

Pre-race pic. Cheese?

(time for a race day diversion!)

(another diversion?!?)

It's kid-athlon time. Go, sis!

A Tisket a Tasket. . .

. . . a "baby" in a basket

CO was so pleased when she saw these pictures.

"Awww, that's me! Why I'm sweeping in that basket?"

I have no idea why, but I'm glad someone took her picture while she slept!

Silly Sisters

Dag Blast It All!

I remember often hearing my mother's words; "FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!"

I have a vivid memory of running around the basement laughing hysterically with my brother, Andrew, as we I chimed back; "Pete has love. But he's dead." We thought we were so clever.

It turns out I have my own goofy (yet motherly) saying:"DAG BLAST IT ALL!" Proof that I'm just like my mother.

Today my almost six year-old, laughed hysterically and said; "Dag Blasketball is fun to say." Proof that she's just like her mother.

Guess Who Else is Allergic to Weeds, Grass, and Trees?

(It itches. A lot.)

He Could Easily Be an Only Child

My second oldest child spent the morning as happy as a clam playing soccer alone. It was JO versus the invisible team. At half time, I overheard this bit of commentary; ". . . score 3 to 5, the invisible team's winning." I didn't have a lot of time to worry about the self esteem issues of a child who was losing to an invisible team because he ended up winning 14 to 12. Whew, what a game!

JUNE??

How did the end of June get here so fast? All in favor of year-round summer, say aye!