Just Do It Yourself

Olivia is quite a sport when it comes to playing with her brothers. She will shove'em if they shove her and if one of them hits her, she'll return the favor. She is pip squeak compared to her brut brothers, but that doesn't stop her. There are times she would much rather be left alone, than be bothered by the boys and so she will just do her own thing. This time she didn't want anyone pushing her, and so she sat in the toy stroller and used her little legs to motate herself through the kitchen. I just laughed because she wasn't going too far with the those little legs of hers, but she was quite pleased to do it all on her own.

PreSchool Graduation

I signed Damon up for a two month long preschool. It was three days a week and over by noon so that worked for me. It was the start of another chapter for me. Getting up early, trying to get grumpy Damon out of bed, helping him get ready, and getting out the door on time.

Before he had his first day of school Josh went over the important school rules with him:
1) Know who your teacher is and be respectful.
2) Know where the restroom is.
3) Don't hit anyone. But if someone hits you first, then you can hit back and you better do it harder than they hit you.

At first it was a little scary for me just leaving my first born son in the care of strangers for close to 4 hours. Luckily there were a few kids he knew from church in the class and that helped with the transition. For the most part school went well. He always had fun and I had a hard time getting him to leave on some days.

For his graduation he was declared "The Toughest." That could be good, but bad at the same time.

He seemed to have lots of friends who were mostly high school aged girls that were helping out with the preschool. (This guy always goes for the older girls......we are in trouble). Since his birthday is in November I'm sure we will be doing the preschol thing again. It was a good experience for Damon and for me. My little Damon isn't so little anymore.

Boy's and Their Toys

The Blog is normally my thing, but every so often Josh decides he wants to add something.  Actually he wants me to add it for him.  Anyway......He and my dad started talking race cars and got connected with the owner of a shop in the Portland area.  As Josh and my dad wandered around the shop, I'm sure the owner could see the excitment in Josh's eyes as he stared at all the "man toys" or maybe it was the drool.  Whatever it was, the owner was nice enough to let Josh sit in this.

   I'm pretty sure he had the same grin when he got home.