Update

The last of the updates in pictures………

Tri Turtle Tri

Jason, Joe and Darin did the Tri Turtle Tri triathlon this year.  Some trained, some not so much, but everyone completed their part in one piece and followed the cardinal rule: No Dying Allowed.  Job well done, guys!

This Can’t Be True

So apparently I’ve already had the unbelievable honor of being Payton’s mom for 36 months.  I can’t believe it.  I’m so grateful for her.  She is spunky, feisty and downright hilarious.  Underneath is a soft hearted, generous, caring little girl who loves to give really big hugs and will still crawl up in my lap any chance she gets.  She loves to read books, do puzzles, ride her bike and play dress up.  Fancy Nancy is a favorite as is her baby, Marabelle.  She absolutely loves when Jake will play with her and has her Dad wrapped around her little finger.  She is one special little person and we are so lucky she’s ours.  

Eyebrows

Jake does this crazy thing with his eyebrows.  He can move them up and down independently.  It makes me giggle every time, which makes him giggle, which I love.  Then Payton joins in.  Serious silliness generally ensues.  I bet you didn’t know eyebrows could be so entertaining? 

Jason and Jake doing “the eyebrow thing”

Here’s to hoping the Big Man is listening…..

We spent the evening at the marina eating ice cream and running barefoot in the grass.  We’re desperately trying to hold on to the last vestiges of summer.  I love fall, but thinking ahead to the seemingly endless months of rain and lack of sun is a bit on the depressing side.  On the bright side, the trees around here are starting to change into really vibrant colors.  Now if fall could go straight into spring that would be super fantastic.  Ahem.  You listening up there?  Thanks.  That would be great. 

Let’s Philosophize

Jake is a worrier.  If I’m being honest it’s a hereditary trait.  I’ll blame it on Jason.  Anyway, one of the strategies we use is to have him imagine what he thinks the very worst thing that could happen for whatever he is worrying about and come up with a solution for that worst case scenario.  That way he has a plan for the very worst thing that might happen and he knows he can handle anything else that might come up.  At swimming lessons last week there was an “incident” in the normal pool that required extensive clean up (can we insert a GROSS here?), so lessons were moved to the lap pool.  Jake was worried that he wouldn’t be able to touch the bottom of the pool if he needed to.  Without thinking I asked him the standard “What’s the very worst that could happen”.  He looked at me a little concerned that I obviously wasn’t grasping the gravity of the situation at hand and said “Well, Mom, I could drown”.  Oh right.  Maybe we should have gone to the second worst thing.  My bad.