Fire Service Day

Driving the Hook and Ladder Truck

A little worried...

Enjoying the Hotdogs

Checking Out the View

Climbing on the Pumper Truck

Look Mom!

The Boys

Hunter Surfing

We went to the beach this past weekend and Hunter tried surfing.  You can't really see him, but Doyl is behind him on the surf board.  Hunter has been begging to go surfing, and he had a blast his first time out on the board.  Hunter is also into cars that have surf boards on them and he is already planning what kind of car he will have.  (His car must be able to have a kayak and surf board fit on top.) Today, on the way home from school, Hunter told me he was going "to be plumber instead of surfer when he grows up because now he's already done surfing".

Family Picture

These were our attempts at a family picture on Easter...

Hunter at School

This is a picture of Hunter at school.  

It is currently part of the banner on his class website.  

It makes me smile.

 Hunter is doing a cooking project here. 
Grandma Debby and Aunt Arlene made aprons for Hunter's class.
I love the "Hungry Caterpillar" fabric.

Potty Dance

Mom: "Hunter, do you need to go potty?"
Hunter: "No mom, I am just practicing walking forwards and backwards."

Allergies

Hunter: "Mom, I am allergic to Xavier."
Mom: "Really, what makes you think that?"
Hunter: "Because every time he walks by my projects I sneeze."

Pull It Together

It's not one of my proudest moments in parenting, but it is a funny story.  The last two weeks we had intensive swimming lessons.  That is, the boys each had a 20 minute private lesson starting at 1:00pm, everyday for the past two weeks.  Because of our lesson time, I would pick Hunter up from school and Hunter and Xavier would eat their lunches on the way to pool.  On one particular day this past week, Hunter didn't like the yogurt I had packed in the lunch. (I think it was a squeezable yogurt and not a smoothie or carton of yogurt, but I can't be sure.)  This incident launched Hunter into a complete meltdown.  Kicking, screaming, yelling - total tantrum.  I think I started out pretty calm, validating his experience and offering a solution.  "Hunter, I know you're upset I didn't pack you the yogurt you wanted."  "I know it's frustrating."  "I can tell you're really angry." "After swimming you can pick the yogurt you want for a snack."  Hunter's tantrum continued, and I just ignored him.  Finally, after about ten minutes (and getting thoroughly annoyed with the seat kicking) I yelled, "Hunter, you've got to pull it together, it's just yogurt!" As a side note, I know it wasn't just about yogurt, he was probably as sick and tired of swimming lessons as I was, regardless, the tantrum was out of control and I hit my limit.  Anyhow, the next night, during witching hour, Xavier was in tears - inconsolable, tired, hungry, and just wanted mama to hold him.  So, I am holding and comforting him and trying to make and serve dinner with him in my arms, and Hunter yells, "Xavier, pull it together!"