This is Agnes. I’m filling in for Taylor this week, as he is still reeling from the effort of trying not to strangle his oldest child. Andrew had a lot of energy this week, some of which is his natural go-getter style and some of which was the result of ice cream induced sugar overload. Bad judgment on our part! We had a few weak moments and the four year old made us pay. Note for future self: three servings of ice cream in one day is a bad idea! But it wasn’t all poor parenting this week. With all that ice cream, we also ate a whole lot of strawberries. Jones Orchard had a big crop of beautiful berries at Shelby Farms. Even though the day was a little chilly, Andrew didn’t mind. With so many berries to choose from, it didn’t take us long to fill our bucket to the brim, and then some.
Noah supervised and practiced standing.
It didn’t take long to devour the strawberries, and we actually made a second trip to get more (which resulted in this strawberry cake. So good, and easy to make! Taylor and I will be fighting over the last piece later. Too bad for him that I’ll be getting home first!)The weather has warmed up considerably and we played outside to enjoy pre-mosquito season. (which lasts all of about 5 minutes here, but we make the most of it.) I’m trying to convince Noah to embrace sand, in anticipation of our trip to the beach in a couple of months. He’s usually not a fan of new textures, so I was very impressed with his open-minded attitude. He was knocking down sand castles as fast as I could build them. Andrew, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered playing in the sand. He had more important things to accomplish, like mowing the deck. Good thing he took care of that ‘cause it can get so weedy this time of year.
Saturday was all about knocking out some projects, like this one for my soon-to-be-blooming hydrangeas. Andrew + hammer = instantly distressed wood. He’s got mad hammer skills. (It’s an outlet for all that ice cream.)
Noah decided that he needed to organize the grocery bags. This seems to be a popular project at our house, one that’s handed down from one child to the next, not unlike a pair of shoes or a super cool toy.
As you can see, Andrew was caught in a similar situation back in 2009.
Next was Andrew’s All About Me poster for school. It’s finally his turn to make a poster, which will be displayed on the door all month long. He is getting a little jipped on the deal, since there are only 3 more weeks of school left. I guess that’s what happens when your name starts with W, so get used to it kid! He took his frustrations out to the driving range and pounded out a bucket of balls, rapid fire, machine gun style.
Good swing, no? Future pro career, maybe? I can see the money rolling in already. (Hint to future Andrew: I’d like a vacation house at the beach, please!)
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