Then they burped them.
Incessantly.
Why do I do this to myself?
Post note: Some of you will recognize Wyatt's Halloween costume in this photo. Yes, he's still wearing it...why?
Then they burped them.
Incessantly.
Why do I do this to myself?
Post note: Some of you will recognize Wyatt's Halloween costume in this photo. Yes, he's still wearing it...why?
This year, I forced her to hug me b/c I'm still in therapy about last year (see last year's blog post about first day of school). She did, then found all her friends from last year.
In true Curry spirit, she already got a warning about talking too much to her friends when she was supposed to be learning. (Some of you may remember that, in kindergarten, this unique trait granted her a month in Mrs. Schall's "special desk"....the one right beside the teacher's desk, far from other students.)
I got to chat with her teacher for a long while at back -to-school night b/c we were so late getting there. (Due to much debate over the outfit displayed in the previous post...)
As luck would have it, she and I had some mutual friends in college. She was the high school debate partner of one of my college speech teammates. Guess who will be winning most of the arguments in the classroom this year? :-)
Ahhhh, a small Sooner easily out-wits a large Texas Longhorn....no surprise there.
Jenna got her faced painted 2 night in a row, and would like you all to know that she can now turn 3 consecutive sommersaults underwater, thanks to hours in the hotel pool.
Git along little doogies....now it's back to reality!
We all went home for long, yummy naps, and then a HUGE storm rolled in. The night cooled off, and we went to watch fireworks, but they had been postponed to Sunday. So we found a vacant lot in the middle of Moore, and watched all the neighborhoods around shoot them off. We had no idea you could buy this sort of stuff at the Fireworks stand! I guess the cops gave up, b/c we saw them just drive past people shooting them off in the streets.
The kids poked their heads out the sun roof to watch all around, and Wyatt said, "This is the best family fun night ever!"
So, on Sunday we packed up for fireworks again, and watched them in Norman. We were treated to 3 other shows on the way home, not including the "Redneck Specials" along the way.
And my handsome boys:
Wyatt wore his tie to church and was a door greeter with Aaron...he was so proud of himself!After Aaron's got his cut and color, we went to the Curry's for some fierce lawn games and swimming:
the helmet was so big, i think it threw him off balance when he ran:
We went out on the ocean in a raft (yikes!) to watch whales. This is mating and birthing season, so we watched this guy doing his mating dance. You can see how close the other boat was, and I was greatful not to be in that one. (Although, that one offered adult beverages, which I may have needed, had I been that close....)
This is Aaron and 2 other guys, sitting on our raft. In the back, you see Lover's Beach, that is good for swimming. On the other side of the rocks, is Divorce beach, where the Pacific Ocean meets the inlet, and it really rough. Of course, we rode the raft through an even smaller gap in the rocks and over the waves, much to my dismay. It was pretty, though!
He also got the xxsmall baseball pants, and, get this, a left-handed glove (also World's teeniest.) He appears to throw left, and bat right. Can that be?
Last Wednesday, he came home from practice sneezing and coughing (welcome, spring!), but by Friday was wheezing and gasping. So we went to the doctor, and he got a breathing treatment, some steroids, and a new inhaler! We also went for a chest x-ray after he was chock full of uppers. Here's how it went with the x-ray tech:
"What's that? How's it work? Why is mom wearing that apron? Ohhhh, look at my apron, how cute? What's your name? Are you taking a photo of my tummy? Is it going to be loud? Will this hurt? Can I have more chic-fil-a? Where's my Sprite?"
X-Ray tech: "He sure is a talker."
Me: "You should meet his dad..."
Anyway, he's fine now.