Micro-Pool Fun.

We drug out the little purple pool the other day.  I put Grey in the water in his bumbo seat.  They say not to put those in water, so don't tell them I did it.  Whoever "they" and "them" are.  Anna thought it was a little too bright outside to take a picture with her eyes open.  She kept splashing Grey and sprinkling water on his head.  He just gasped and trembled when the cold drops landed on his skin.  

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My new toy.  Can you hear the choir as they belt a harmonious note?

Pity Party

Everything with Anna lately has been associated with an injury.  But "injury" I mean, something that MAY have cause a little bit of pain.  A TINY bit of pain.  I keep telling her that if she keeps telling me that she has "another owie" (sp?), I won't know when she's really hurt.  She thought she was going to DIE when she fell of her bike the other day.  It went something like this:

Anna:  (crying) "Ow, Mommy I got another owie!"

Me and Daddy: (the usual response) "Jump up, you're alright."

Anna: "Oh! The blood coming OUT! I need to go to tha hospital!"

I had to tell her the other day that there must be lots more blood that that to have to go to the hospital.  But we are running out of band-aids fast.

A concert hall in Milano, Italy.

I love music.  Lots of different kinds.  But I have this "thing" for classical piano.  This "thing" is something I can always remember having.  I loved to sit and watch my dad play jazz on our piano and organ at home.  I was mesmerized when I watched Doug Smith play.  I remember sitting at our piano glued to the movement of Doug's hands as they swept across the keys in almost a blur.  It makes me stop in my tracks, quit what I am doing...  I close my eyes, and slow my breathing as the notes seem to drift through my veins invoking all sorts of thoughts and emotions.  I love it.  I so wish I could play some of the things I hear.  Especially a recent piece I heard on my husband's iTunes list.  The artist's name is Ludovico Einaudi.  It takes me to a small concert hall in Milano, Italy.  I'm in the front row and am squinting my eyes to see and study every move his fingers make, as if I were going to take each stroke home and recite it note for note.  

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Playtime at the old park.

Grey and I took Anna and Daddy to our "home" park last night.  We dropped them off so they could play and we went to the grocery store.  I really miss living a block away from the coolest park in town.  It was fun to see all the new baseball fields and play on some super fun stuff.

Who is that woman with those familiar kids?  Oh, it's their mom.  I finally remembered to ask Daddy to take a few with me and the kids.  Its the only one we have.  You'd think the "photographer" would have some shots of herself in the mix.  Nope.  The ones where Daddy could get Anna to look up, Grey was looking away, and vice-versa.  Sorry Grey, we got you checking out my watch.

Some visual evidence.

I finally caught him.  I've tried to before, but as soon as he sees me he pulls his fingers out of his mouth.  He was playing on his tummy and kept rolling over.  I kept rolling him back to his tummy.  I went to get dressed when I noticed he was being very quiet.  He had fallen asleep in the floor...after he rolled over for the last time.

Does this look familiar to anyone?  I promise this isn't staged at ALL.  I started putting his clothes on him when he stirred and stuck these two fingers in his mouth.  I used to suck on these fingers when I was little.

He Sits!

Scratch that... he's propped...but by nothing but his fat.  (sorry about the poor picture quality.)

The big pool!

Yesterday we (Anna, I should say) went swimming at a very nice pool.  Anna really wanted to go slide down the big slide that had about a four foot drop between the end of the slide and the water....in the (10ft.) deep end.  But that's Anna.  I wouldn't let her mainly because I didn't want to freak out the lifeguards.  But I know she would've survived if she had gone.  She stayed in the 2-5 feet deep areas and played with cousins and new friends.  She had a blast.  And I just thought it was cool that us grown-ups had our very own waiter!  

22 Words.

My friend, Lindsey, posted an entry about this blog.  It's written by Abraham Piper, son of author John Piper.  It's really good.

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The couple of sentences above was my attempt at trying to do what he does on his blog, only using 22 words per post.  As you can see, I couldn't do it since I SO long winded.  Therefore I had to write more to explain myself.  :)  He does a really good job at conducting the experiment of "getting to the point".  Something I'm usually not so good at.  Here's the link, and I'll put it on my blog list.

http://twentytwowords.com

and can someone tell me how to make things into links on the blog?