Most weekends we get together at my parents' house for a family dinner either Saturday or Sunday. Peyton and Ryan are best bud cousins. Last week they shared a table. Rachel had decorated it with a flower, so with the towel for a tablecloth and the vase and flower it looked like a fancy dinner date. :)
Megan rediscovered the tunnel. She loves it.
Ryan and his cars.
When Megan comes in his room he gathers them all in close so Megan doesn't get them. He likes to tell her they're choking hazards so she can't play with them. That boy plays with his cars 9/10 of his free time. All day long.
Friday evening Rachel's school put on a community fair. We went and the kids had a good time.
They had a rock wall and as soon as Annie saw it she wanted to climb. She's seen pictures of her friend, Slade, climbing at a climbing gym in town and has been looking forward to getting a chance to climb herself.
Rachel did a great job. She made it all the way to the top and got to ring the bell.
Annie had fun, too, but once she started getting about 5 feet off the ground she started to get a little nervous. A few more times and she'd be a pro, but we weren't about to wait in that line twice.
When it was time to head home we bribed the kids with cotton candy. Here's Ryan with his:
In other news, Megan made it almost to her 9 month mark without pulling up to standing. I was getting all optimistic, thinking she may take her time walking, unlike her siblings who took their first steps at 9/10 months. Then she started pulling up to standing on April 1 and shortly thereafter started attacking the stairs and figured out how to climb those. We have the gate up at the bottom of the stairs now (which Ryan hates because he can't open it on his own), so Megan moved on to the next adventure:
Climbing, climbing, climbing. I guess it's goose-egg season in our house. Though so far Megan has somehow avoided them. Maybe having linoleum and carpet in most of our house instead of mostly tile like we had in our other house where the other 3 learned to walk will make a difference.
Last night I had a girls' night out with some friends. It was a much needed chance to get away from the kids for an evening and play games and laugh. Then I came home to the kids all in bed (though Ryan had a fever which had woken him up, so I needed to attend to that), and the kitchen all clean and dishes done. I have the best hubby. :)
Somehow, either while I was gone, or first thing this morning, Annie saw Rachel cut one strand of her hair, so Annie decided to give herself a haircut. The power of example. :/
I did a quick trim to give her bangs before heading off to church.
They look a little better than the picture shows when they're all dry. But I still hate bangs. You either have to cut them constantly to keep them out of eyes, or you have to deal with growing them out, which is also a pain in the neck. Sigh. Annie was a little freaked out when I pulled out the hair cutting scissors: "No! Don't cut my hair! I'll look like a boy!" Then after I just cut her bangs and not all her hair she looked at herself and exclaimed, "I look like Willy Wonka!" And it's true. I'll have to get a picture of her with her hair down to see her Willy Wonka look alike shot.
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