Field Trip to the Fire Station

Camille had her first Preschool field trip - to the fire station.  Max was definitely more excited about the adventure and thus will be a fireman for Halloween this year. (When we got the costume, he put the hat on and didn't take it off for the rest of the evening.)  Each of the kids got to squirt the hose, which was the highlight of the day.

Fresno Fair Fascination

Call me crazy, but I love to go to the county fair.  And for the past 15 years, I've had a child at an age where she/he has been mesmerized by the livestock.  I wish I could get good pictures of the interaction with the huge cows or truly ugly pigs or baa'ing sheep but those darn gates get in the way.  I always have to load up on allergy meds just to take the kids through the livestock but it's worth every minute.  We then hit the gem display and buy our $1 grab bag of polished rocks.  My grandpa had a collection of polished rocks so this trip holds some sentimental feelings for me.  Being from a tiny rural town, we have to visit the agriculture display of fruits and vegetables produced in the San Joaquin Valley.  The bottom picture is in front of Kerman's display (look at all those ribbons posted on the wall).  Of course we indulge in unhealthy treats and buy overpriced trinkets - all part of the experience.

Mitt Romney

Mitt Romney came to Fresno for a fund raising event and we were fortunate to be able to attend. So here is Natalie and Allyson with possibly our next president.

Cheerleading

In 6th grade anyone who would like to be a cheerleader has the opportunity. It totally takes out all of the unpleasantries of the sports and makes it a fun experience for all involved. So this year Allyson is giving it a go and having a wonderful time.

Splash Time

This is the new routine. (and see the next post as to why this bath was so necessary)

What was I thinking?

I gave the kids ice cream cones as an after school snack. Max included. Except he does not want to sit in his high chair anymore. He wants to be big like his sisters. You should've seen the melted ice cream on my floor. And can you see the droplets on his legs? He was one STICKY BOY!

The joys of a boy

Everyone always asks me if I'm handling all the differences of having a boy. Well, I have to admit that there haven't been too many differences yet. At 19 months old, Max's favorite things to do are look at books and color. He will sit for hours watching Sesame Street. He rarely climbs or gets into things. He screams with delight and does so while pretending to shoot a gun (aka the garden hose or a stick). My sister tells me I have a mutant. Here he is sitting nicely on my bed sorting toys. What am I doing wrong?