Spiderman Swimsuit

Grandma Lynn picked up a sweet pair of Spiderman Swimtrunks for Jameson and he LOVES them.  If he had a choice he would wear them morning, noon and night.  He has this crazy love for Spiderman even though he has never watched anything with Spiderman in it.  Must be another boy thing.  When I asked to take a picture of him in his sweet new shorts, this is what he gave me:

Looks like I have two hams in the family afterall...

Handy Mandy and Manny

Brett has been working on odds and ends around the house now that the weather is nice and whenever he puts his toolbelt on you are guaranteed  to find this shortly after:

Such trusty assistants.  They are really great at asking endless questions and being in very close range of your face while you are concentrating.

Seven Months

Seven months has flown by since Baby Emmett joined our fam.  SEVEN MONTHS.  These months went by so fast that I didn't even notice this fact until Monday.  As in, this Monday the 20th.  I know, I know.  Third child syndrome.  Or, maybe it was because I felt like a crap sandwich last week and then spent the weekend running and recovering from the run and the day full of rain.  exEither way, I still managed to snap a few pictures of our cutie w/the token seven month sign.  I love how redneck I am.  Yes, that is crayon.  I couldn't find a pen.  Awesome.

Bug eyed flash face.

 Seven months brought a few milestones for Emmett.  First, he is really, really trying to crawl.  He had been sticking to tumbleweeding as a mode of transportation up until the last few weeks.  Now he pops up on to all fours and rocks back and forth.  He follows that sweet move by falling to his tummy and "swimming."  I could barely capture the rocking with the camera and am still working on capturing the swim. 

Proof that he is almost crawling. This is rocking.

 Emmett also celebrated his seven month birthday by getting his own room.  Up until now his cozy home was our closet.  Hold the jokes people and don't call CPS yet.  Our closet was the size of the kids rooms in the old Fall City house so it was far from child abuse.  I think he actually misses his cozy little bungalow because he has been waking up at night the last few days.  Dare I say it?  I actually don't mind getting up with him.  I know he is our last so I spend a little extra time in there with him propped up on my shoulder and we rock cheek-to-cheek.  I love those cheekies.  See, no child abuse here.

I love his chubby little profile.

 Are you wondering how Emmett got promoted to his own room?  Well, the big kids now share a room.  We figured since they spent their evenings talking under their respective doors to eachother we might as well put them together.  So far the transition has been better than I expected.  It took them two hours to fall asleep the first two days and only 50 minutes tonight.  Progress.  They even will nap in there together if I sit in there until they fall asleep.  So, that is why the blog has been lean again.  I am monitoring our new room situations.  Oh joy!

 

Baby toes!

Seven months also brought drool.  I think I have been blaming teething for many things over the last months but maybe this really is a sign that he is starting to teethe.  Cause there is a lot of drool.  He also has come down with his first runny nose.  He has had colds in the past, but nothing like the drainage we are dealing with the last couple of days.  I know, between the drool and runny nose he is gooey these days.  Ew.

He gets clothes on, rolls away from the camera and eats the sign.

Fall City Days

Brett in the "dump tank."

 Fall City Days was also on Saturday.  Well, our Saturday looked like this.  Brett and I were in the car by 6:45 a.m. in order to get to Fall City and set up the dunk tank and booth with the firefighters.  Once the booth was up, we suited up to run.  Him a 10K, me the 5K.  Run finished.  Showered and then meet Brett's parents with the kids to get them in a firetruck for the parade.  Parade finished.  Back to the station for a BBQ and then over to man the booth for the rest of the day.  Whew. 

The booth was a hit.  Kids were lined up and ready to dunk the firefighters.  One of those kids being a very excited Brooklyn.  She talked all week about dunking Daddy in the "dump tank."  Sadly, the kiddos were too cranky to wait until Brett's turn to be on the hot seat so she dunked Scott instead.  (Thank you to Brett's parents for hanging out with them at home for the rest of the day!) Brett's grandparents also made the drive over and brought Brett's cousin Morgan to see the parade and to dunk Brett, of course.  Aside from the constant rain, the firefighters had a blast and were able to pass out a bunch of fliers, hats and information to the kids in attendance.
 

Brett getting ready to be dunked!

There was always a line.

Our sweet booth.  Darn rain.

The brothers.

Emmett is a little too close for Jameson's comfort.

Jameson reached his limit.

I asked her to smile.  Instead I get a sweet pose.

5K. Check.

Done, completed, finished.  I did it!  Completed my first ever 5K on Saturday with a finish time of 30 minutes even.  It was MISERABLE.  Running wasn't hard, it was the rain and rain and more rain.  It poured!  I guess I should have done a practice run in the rain.  I was not ready for it at all.  Water sneaked down my headphones directly in to my ear canal.  Very unpleasant. 

Complaining aside, I was very proud of myself.  I ran the entire race (my biggest fear was having to walk) and didn't finish last.  Goal accomplished.  But, now I have running fever.  Meaning I want to sign up for another race.  I'd like to do another 5K and then start training for a 10K.  I mean, why not?  I would also like to take swim lessons...yes, swim lessons, so I can try a triathlon.  I am terrified of open water but am thinking if I can learn to swim and conquer an open water swim, I can eliminate a fear.  Again, why not?  So, we'll see what I can find as far as my next running adventure.  Let's hope it isn't raining then too.

Pictures?  Where are the pictures for proof?  Well, I am the one behind the camera so I don't have any proof.  I can tell you that I wore a sweet #399 bib and looked like a drowned rat by the end.  Use your imagination.      

Graduation Day

It was hardly a graduation, but Brooklyn's last day of preschool felt like a big event to me.  While driving there I just couldn't believe that an entire school year had gone by.  I was so nervous in September on how the school year would go and here I was driving to her last day.  She was all smiles and energy and I was trying to hold back tears.  I am going to have to toughen up because there are a whole lot of last day's of school in my future.  She had a blast at her last day of school party and as we were walking to the car she shouted, "Yeah, I'm in Pre-K!"  This statement included a fist pump.  That's my girl.

Brooklyn w/her teachers...such a ham.

Brooklyn & Justine

The girls.

So excited to have a cupcake!

Sand art.

Still wearing coats in JUNE.

Bink and Anthony (her buddy).

 

Hospitals are SO fun!

Lots and lots of sarcasm has been dripped on the title of this post.  I DESPISE hospitals.  On Tuesday, I spent my entire evening at Evergreen Hospital only to go home with a shoulder shrug from the doctor.  My diagnosis?  Abdominal Pain - unknown cause.  Wow - I knew that going in.  The doctor did point out that my CT Scan showed arthritis/degenerative disk disease in my back.  No surprise, I kindly redirected him to the fact that my guts hurt, not my back.  Or, my guts hurt more than my back.  ;)  Lame.  He then literally shrugged his shoulders and told me to go home.  SO happy I sat there for four hours reading a five year old Sports Illustrated.  Ugh.  I knew that after I posted that training for my 5k was going swell something would happen.  Screw that, I need to readjust my thinking.  Positive thinking brings positive things, right?  So, I am going to convince myself that Saturday I will feel like a dynamo and will kick ass...even if I couldn't even ride a stationary bike for half and hour today and still feel like I got punched in the guts.  Awesome.

I will blog more when my brain is in a much less whiney place.  Lots to catch up on, Brooklyn had her last day of preschool!