Golf on TV

While I think golf on TV is a great way to set the mood for a Sunday afternoon nap, the two guys I live with LOVE to watch golf on TV. Today while watching golf (the US Open...I think), the commercials came on. My little guy turned around with the most shocked looked on his face and his hands turned up and said, "Where golf ball go?" Guess we'll have to start dvr-ing it so that we don't have to miss the action during the commercials.

Glasses

Tucker is obsessed with glasses! He loves to wear his sunglasses! The only problem: he calls them "asses". This morning we went to Wal-Mart where he pointed out several peoples' "asses". We met daddy for lunch at Arby's where Tuck got a pair of binoculars in his kid's meal. He pulled them out and shouted "asses". I hope to divert this new behavior before we go to church and he points out everyones "asses"!

Survival Mode

Well we've been in survival mode for the past couple of weeks. We survived VBS despite Tucker getting a double ear infection. He had a great time and still knows most of his verses. His favorite ones are "Esus oves me" and "Be Kind". Now if he would just take the second one to heart. We are back into the hitting stage! Yuck!

We went on Monday to the pediatric urologist in OKC to find out more about Tucker's tinker problem. To sum up the appointment...Tucker got a bad circumcision at birth, we can fix it now or wait until he's a teenager to see if it corrects itself. We feel it would be less traumatic to do it now, so he's scheduled for surgery November 10th in OKC. They said he can bring a favorite stuffed animal or toy...do you think they allow baseball bats or golf clubs?

We made the most of the trip Monday by having lunch with his Nan and Pa, Gigi and Papa, Aunt Ash and Baby Ack, and Uncle Ack and Aunt Hoggie. It was great to see them all as well as bid Ack and Hoggie off as they left yesterday for Africa.

He's becoming a champ at baseball. He holds the bat perfectly and even bends his knees. It is so cute! Much to his daddy's delight, he throws and bats left handed. We'll see if it stays that way!

Home at Last

After driving back and forth to Ada all last week for an intersession class, we are finally home. But not before attending Relay for Life Friday night, our VBS round-up Saturday, church Sunday, and VBS Sunday night. It feels so good to be home!

Tucker is in a big boy class this year at VBS. He was a little unsure at first, but then jumped right in for a good time. He's been telling me his verse from last night all morning: "Be kind."

He's still a little wiped out from last night, so I put him down for a nap a few minutes ago. As I was laying him in his bed he told me "ove ewh". My heart melted!

My Etsy Shop

Well, my etsy shop has expanded to now include domino picture tiles. This was so much fun to make! I'm anxiously awaiting a craft day with my sisters so I can share the fun! Check out the one I added to my shop: http://www.imblessed.etsy.com/

All in a Morning

What a morning!

The terrible twos have arrived!

I have spent the morning keeping Tucker out of the fish bowl, answering the door to a kind policeman because my son set off the alarm, and just keeping up with such an active little guy!

What I've learned...put everything up higher (including my keys that hold the alarm remote that Tucker used to send the cops rushing to my door)!

All Boy

While we are so proud of the fact that our son can differentiate the difference between baseball, football, and basketball; we still want to widen his horizons to things beyond sports. After being hit with a flying golf ball this morning, I decided I needed a break from playing ball.

I moved Tuck's table onto the tile, covered it with a tablecloth, and mixed up some finger paint. It was simple finger paint: a couple of tablespoons of flour, mixed with some water until a paste is formed. The paint is made complete by a few drops of food coloring. Armed with my camera, I stuck my finger in the paint to demonstrate what he was supposed to do. Now our son may be all boy, but he HATES to be dirty. He stuck one finger in the paint, licked it, said it was "eewh", and ran off to play more golf in the living room.

I moved on to another developmentally appropriate task: pouring and scooping. I gave him a big bowl of pasta, a scoop, and a small bowl and showed him what to do. Once again he put a piece of pasta in his mouth and ran back to his golf clubs! I GIVE UP! If I can't make him smart, then maybe he'll make lots of money as an athlete!