Friday, October 12, 2012

Meet Spike

We're in love with my dad's new puppy, Spike. He's an 8 week old English bulldog. 

George snapped this picture. Isn't he yummy?! 

Spike doesn't even have stinky dog breath yet... 
 Best of all, he goes home with Grandpa Tom! All the fun- none of the work.
(By the way, this is not the way to convince children that we do not need a dog. Whoops!)

Pictograph Caves

After snow last week, the lure of a field trip in 70 degree weather was too much! We ditched our spelling and math and joined friends at the pictograph caves. Shockingly, we learned something while we were there! Turns out that despite having been there several times, having the mama read the placards along the path is NOT the same as having a park ranger educate you. Who knew?!

Park rangers also catch baby bull-nosed snakes on the path and they become part of the education. My boys both thought we should bring him home. Kjersten? Notsomuch. 

George. In a tree. 

Are you read for some (flag) football?!

Cael was quite disappointed to learn that the only gear you get in flag football is a t-shirt. He was hoping for pads and a helmet. The coach made up for it a bit by handing out mouth guards at the first practice. The picture above is from practice last week. Our game was snowed out this last weekend. I'll try again tomorrow (it's supposed to be 68*).

I can tell you that, although it's just flag football, Cael was tackled at the first practice. It has remained the highlight of the season so far! He's counting the days years until he can play tackle football!

Playing Fall Ball!

Who knew there was fall baseball too?! Turns out we have a fall baseball league for kids looking to hone their skills in a more casual setting. George was more than willing to play another round this fall. Only five kids from our regular league signed up (the rest were from "town") and of the five kiddos none were from his spring team. No matter. He's having a great time!

George is, again, one of the younger players and I'm guessing one of the only minor ball players. Most of these boys are major ball players and/ or will be this spring for sure!

The eight year old has had some near disasters this fall (he's had both ball and bat to the head) so he's working through a little hesitation. We're trusting by spring, he'll have overcome his nerves and will have improved his skills. If nothing else, by spring we'll have put a few more miles on the van and George will have had an awful lot of fun!

Cael and Ian providing some crowd noise by running a stick up and down the fence rail. Can you imagine that noise? Yup... That's the sound!