Pillow Talk

Here's the conversation Andrew and Casey had when Andrew was going to sleep tonight:

C: What do you want to tell me?

A: I want to tell you about love, football, and ice cream. Football is fun to play. Ice cream is yummy. Love is nice. And being wicked is bad.

Bowling

Andrew got it into his head that he wanted to go bowling yesterday, so he made me email Daddy to ask him to go, then he called Daddy, and in between did not let 5 minutes go by without asking to go bowling. This morning he woke up Casey and told him that "the bowling idea is just stuck in my head," and the whole family really needed to go bowling today. How can you say no to that? He was so excited and dancing around the whole time. (On a side note: no, Andrew does not wear his Angels shirt every day, as it may appear on this blog, but given the chance he would. As soon as it's clean he wears it again.)





Of course, cautious little Willa was completely scared of the bowling alley, with all the loud noises and people. She wouldn't even touch her shoes, and had to sit back at the tables instead of by our lane.


But after a little while she decided the shoes and Mommy's pink bowling ball looked like they might be fun and made her way down to the lanes...


...and even bowled a few frames. Sadly, she hit more pins than I did.

Willa's Bed, part 2

So, the earlier post about Willa's bed was a little misleading. It was packed to the brim with her friends, but we really do try to keep things a little more under control than that. It takes some creativity to get the stuffed animals out of the bed, though, because she won't allow it without a fight when she's watching, and she follows me around like a puppy dog all day, nipping at my heels. I have to sneak in her room and hide the toys I take out of the bed, because if she sees them in her room then right back to the bed they go. And I swear she's some kind of Houdini when it comes to getting things in her bed, because every once in a while I'll come in to get her when she wakes up and there are animals in the bed that were not there when I put her down. Casey caught her the other day with almost every stuffed animal in her room in bed with her, and they were in toy baskets on the floor of her room when she went to sleep. Maybe she has one of those claws under her mattress, like you see in arcades, and fishes for toys when she's supposed to be sleeping.

Down on the Farm

Willa loves, loves, loves animals, so we took her to a local park that has animals kids can visit up close. With the exception of the rooster cock-a-doodle-dooing right in her face, which completely freaked her out, she was in hog heaven. She keeps asking to go back. (thanks Grandma for the pics)






Well, she loved it until it started to sprinkle. Poor girl is terrified of rain, mostly because in Virginia in the summer you don't get rain without thunder. She clings to me and buries her face and chews on my shirt, crying the whole time, until she's safe indoors.

More running the bases...

Here is the latest installment of the saga of Andrew learning to run the bases. For those of you who have kept track, Andrew has had a bit of trouble finding home plate. On the 4th we went to the game and watched the fireworks, and then of course Andrew got his big chance. Things did not exactly go according to plan. Watch carefully as he approaches home.

4th of July

We spent the week with my parents and 3 of my sisters. Andrew was so excited, especially for Grandpa, who he woke up at dawn to play football and baseball outside. He also got the biggest fireworks allowed by law in Fairfax County. Here's some pix.






And of course having Grandma and Grandpa in town means lots of ice cream...








We also went up to my sister's house in Pennsylvania for a couple of days, and visited a water fountain garden for kids. Andrew and Willa loved it.