I did as I had planned to do. I took pictures of my kids this week. Unfortunately, I'm still working on that cell phone wall paper. But thanks to some unbelievably warm weather here, we spent lots of time playing outdoors, which gave us plenty of fun things to take pictures of.
The boys had a great time playing at the park one afternoon. This one is just so cool with his sunglasses on.
All 3 took a ride on a tire swing.
Carson actually tackled the "rock climbing" wall. (And there's my shadow.)
Later that same day we spent some time playing in the alley with the neighbor kids. The other kids were riding bikes and scooters and racing down the alley and around the block. Then there was Carson and Jensen, trying to ride their big wheel bikes. After a few minutes of not being able to keep up with anyone, they gave up and just started running after all the kids. Kind of pathetic. I resolved then and there to get them scooters so that they could improve their balance. That's the main reason neither of them can ride a bike. The other real reason being that I can't figure out how to teach them to ride a bike without having Mason running in the street too.
Anyway, we got the boys some scooters that very night (thanks Dustin!!!!) and they were so excited to try them out.
We also have some awesome neighbors who have cool things like trampolines. Carson finally learned this week how to bounce on his bottom and then stand back up.
Of course, right after the trampoline pictures, we decided to head home for dinner. In the short distance to our house, Jensen crashed on his scooter, scraping up his head, nose, upper lip and the inside of the lip. His lip was pretty swollen all weekend. My father-in-law suggested we give him a football helmet to ride with next time. Poor little guy. Plus, now he has to explain to everyone he sees what happened to him, since his face is all hashed up. Good news is that the scabs are healing and coming off, so he'll back to his cute faced self in no time.
And here's Mason's latest pastime. He has figured out that if he stands at the foot of Carson's bed, he can throw a small ball into the hoop. (See the little purple ball in his hand?)
And there's the little purple ball going in! Sometimes this activity scares me, but he hasn't fallen off the bed yet.
Yet.





