My New Favorite Thing

Saturday mornings.

Problem Solving

Ryan gets frustrated that he is not tall enough to shoot hoops with the big boys. After several failed attempts the other day, he went inside and came back out with this little stool and tried again...

First Day of Kindergarten

I knew this day would finally come, but I still was not ready for it. Fortunately Reagan was excited, but I was not quite ready to let my "baby" head off to an unfamiliar school full of unfamiliar people. Who would take care of him? Would he know how to buy his lunch? Will they protect him from peanuts and bullies??!
Reagan and I joined every other child and parent this morning as we trekked into his new school. We both did fine until we got into the room. Reagan was not clinging to me and did not seem upset, but he completely stopped talking and seemed to be in a trance. He sat at his little table (fortunately one of his friends, Margaret, was sitting at the same table). He did not say a word even when I told him good-bye. I tried to walk out backwards, taking mental pictures. Bad idea. That's when a developed a enormous lump in my throat and my eyes welled-up. I tried to hurry out of the school so I could go sit in my car and cry, but I bumped into a friend who gave me a giant hug and that just about put me over the edge. I scurried to my car and grabbed my Kleenex. Just as I was getting ready to let the dam burst, I looked around I noticed that I was surrounded by cars on all sides. I spent so much mental energy trying to get out of that place, I didn't get a chance to get my boo-hoo on. I have never been so happy to sit in traffic.
I am so proud of my little guy and I cannot wait to go pick him up in 30 minutes and hear all about his first day.

Rocking his school uniform.

Big Man on Campus

The trance!

Free Cat to Good Home

One night last week a sweet little kitten wandered up to our house. She was so tiny and helpless looking and we all instantly took a liking to her - even John. Reagan LOVED her and she seemed pretty smitten with him, but it was a love that could not be: Reagan is allergic to cats. We fed her and let her spend the night in our laundry room since since she looked liked a predator's tasty snack. We then spent the next day trying to find her a home. I sent out a mass text to friends and neighbors. Found out later that evening that another neighbor had found the same cat earlier in the week and taken her in only to discover it belonged to the neighbor that lives in between us. SO - I had spent the day trying to give away my neighbor's cat. Nice.

What To Do on a Hot Summer Day

Turn your living room into a giant tent. It is a 3BR/2.5BA with detached garage.

Cheap Goggles

Nothing like two silly boys and a pair of cheap Wal-Mart goggles to make you laugh.

Big Time in the Big D

Checking out a supposed 3-D exhibit at the science museum. Didn't see anything but three goofy looking Hull boys.
Ryan learning how to conserve water in his home. I told him that if he would stop being so messy around the house, we could save thousands of gallons of water and cleaning products a month.
Digging up dinosaur bones. Reagan was a bit too cool for this exhibit...or maybe it was just that indoor kid play area smell that turned him off.

Ryan's favorite exhibit.


Ryan stealing a golf cart.
Riding the merry-go-round at Six Flags. Both of the kids wanted to ride in the stationary seat.
Did I mention it was humid and HOT??!
Reagan was tall enough to ride many of the roller coasters, etc., which left Ryan and me riding some of the slower paced rides. The only problem was he would want to ride a ride ten times in a row. This ride seemed harmless until I was made to ride it repeatedly. It went pretty high in the air (I'm scared of heights) and spun around. It did not set well with my funnel cake.

John and I agree the next time the boys get to go to Six Flags, it will be with their church youth group.
The guys spent Saturday at the pool. They had several games for the kids to play and Reagan managed to win all but the balloon toss - which Ryan won!
Reagan's prize. A bit too realistic for me.
Ryan taking a break with his, I mean John's, phone.

Dominating the sack race.

Ryan likes to dig and make messes everywhere we go.

Queso and hot sauce break.

Reagan and his buddies Sam and Levi.
Ryan not conserving water.
Ryan had so much fun, he didn't want it to end. After we finished unpacking the car, he was screaming to go back into the garage. I let him out and he climbed back in the car and sat like this pouting until I drug him out kicking and screaming.