The boy & I, on the other hand, got off to a rockier start. He had the whole baby/toddler thing going on, PLUS this whole other "making monster truck and automatic weapons noises in utero" *boy* thing. He would just look at me with pure defiance and scream or cry or yell, whatever he needed to do to get the message across he was def UP for the battle of wills that was to play out between us for the first few years.
Now though, he just turned six, and we are finally clicking. We like each other now, kind of a lot. He hasn't figured out much beyond "I love Aunt Sue, & she seems pretty crazy about me too", but this kid is going to be happy to have me in his corner as things unroll.
When there's music playing anywhere, he's tuned completely in. Seriously, he's possessed by boogie fever. Check it out. (He developed this thing where he walks up to us and says, "Hey Ladies, I got a little song for ya" and busts out some jam. That's what he's saying at the beginning.)
This can, at times, be embarrassing, like when he was singing, "I got my red dress on and I'm looking for action" at the top of his lungs in the grocery store, or like here-- in Target's swim suit section. Sis and I had just (of course) tried on these awesome GOLD bikini tops over our clothes and hammed-it-up for each other, when Jaden insisted on doing the same. The second he got it on he started dancing around singing, "La cuceracha". Passersby did not think it was as funny as we did.
I kind of love it (of course). Already his dad is warning him music is not a career path. The kid's six. The kid's got music in his soul. Dad may just have to suck it. I'll of course support any out of the box thing these kids decide they want to do. One day I hope to have some pretty hot backstage passes from this little dude.
It was pretty nice weather, hot to us, mild to them. We got to fool around in the river a bit.
Yeah, kind of.
Sure the parade is corny, but it's kind of fun. Where else can you see this?
One of the funniest entries, was this pick-up truck with no door magnets or signage of any kind, except this piece of cardboard torn off a box hanging over the side of the bed from regular old string. Written in barely legible magic marker, (just kind of scribbled on really) it said something like, "The Big Lake Go Getters" and a phone number. There were a couple of lazy-looking teens moping in the back. By the time sis pointed it out I missed the shot. Bummer.
I got Tina done in time for the big mountain bike race, in case you didn't go over to the "Art Stuff" tab and see the whole story on her over there. She's not installed quite yet, but we're scoping out spots and a tamper proof-way to secure her.
Of course the night before there was a monster storm. Here's Dan and Kate, out on the deck as the winds came up and it was thundering and lightening like crazy, and it was starting to pour, and they're both OUTSIDE. (They get along really well. I like it that two of my favorite people like each other.)
Here's the cats-- where any sensible creature should be when there's a tornado warning in your area. (I put the macs down there too-- "Save the macs!")
The trail had been, due to copious amounts of sweat and many MANY hours of grooming by the trail crew, TrailBossRich in particular, immaculate before the storm. Of course over twenty trees went down overnight and the whole crew, including me got called to help clear the debris at 5 a.m. the morning of the race. It wasn't as perfect as it had been, but it was ride-able, and really pretty darn good considering. About a dozen people showed up before dawn to work their butts off, then some of them even RACED later. See? They are hard core.
Man, a whole bunch of other stuff happened I can't even fit in this post. Kate & me dorked-out shopping one day, my G'ma had a major health scare, like, major. She is still, amazingly, recovering from. (It's amazing because she's still alive!) But I just can't fit anymore in one post.