This child has some confidence issues. He can swim like a champ, and he HAS been swimming like a champ, and he's made huge strides since this time last year. But sometimes he forgets that he can actually SWIM, and he gets scared and refuses to do it. But when he's brave and actually puts his little head under the water (goggles have helped, some), it's a sight to behold.
Click below for video from our first day of swimming in the back yard on Sunday. I can't believe the boys didn't turn in to Popsicles, because the water was right-outta-the-well-COLD. Dex asked me to come in and I ever so politely said NO WAY IN HELL.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Cross One Off the Bucket List
I love it when we go somewhere or do something and you can tell it's had a lasting effect on Dexter. For the past week and a half he's been running around the house pretending to be in a horse race. He put blocks out to be the "train crossings" (the quarter poles) at the track. He has a starting gate. He warms up before he races. He says "I'm OFF!" when the starting gate opens and it's time to race. It's ridiculously cute.
This morning he was romping around pretending to be a horse at the horse show. He was jumping jumps. Buddy was jumping jumps. There was a ring. There were tractors. The blue one dragged the ring and the green one had trailers attached to it. It was all very involved and the horse show lasted a good hour in our hallway and the kitchen. Until everyone got tired and had to go rest in their stalls.
Why the horse show theme? Yesterday we spent the day at a place I've been meaning to go to since I moved up this way in 2003. Devon Horse Show. A week-long spectacular of hunters, jumpers, conformation classes, driving classes, and equitation. A week-long spectacular of horses that cost more money than both our cars combined. Cute small ponies who truck any kid around. Don't know how to ride? Hold on, kid. I got this. Juniors (under 18 years old) riding horses over jumper courses, with jumps that are taller than me. Maclay classes (the best of the best showing in equitation). Lead line classes this weekend, with cute small children being led around on cute horses and all winning blue ribbons. It's the A Horse Show world. It's crazy. It's expensive. It's a little like watching paint dry after you see a few horses go. I still love it.
| We went to watch horses gallop at Fair Hill a few weeks ago. Thus the horse racing obsession. |
This morning he was romping around pretending to be a horse at the horse show. He was jumping jumps. Buddy was jumping jumps. There was a ring. There were tractors. The blue one dragged the ring and the green one had trailers attached to it. It was all very involved and the horse show lasted a good hour in our hallway and the kitchen. Until everyone got tired and had to go rest in their stalls.
Why the horse show theme? Yesterday we spent the day at a place I've been meaning to go to since I moved up this way in 2003. Devon Horse Show. A week-long spectacular of hunters, jumpers, conformation classes, driving classes, and equitation. A week-long spectacular of horses that cost more money than both our cars combined. Cute small ponies who truck any kid around. Don't know how to ride? Hold on, kid. I got this. Juniors (under 18 years old) riding horses over jumper courses, with jumps that are taller than me. Maclay classes (the best of the best showing in equitation). Lead line classes this weekend, with cute small children being led around on cute horses and all winning blue ribbons. It's the A Horse Show world. It's crazy. It's expensive. It's a little like watching paint dry after you see a few horses go. I still love it.
The Maclay class was held in the Dixon Oval in the morning. They had so many entries they ran three sections of the class, with at least 20 horses in a section. Maybe more. We lost count. This is the paint drying class. Watching one or two is fine. After that they all blend together.
We had to move so Dexter could be right in front of the green jump. It was his favorite.
Awwwww. Snuggles while watching horses.
The Dixon Oval, still the Maclay class.
We went in to "the house" to watch horses for a while. Snuggles with Daddy. No idea where that big red mark came from - he woke up with it. Dexter. Not Daddy.
Dex liked being way up at the top of the grandstand. It WAS pretty cool up there - you could look one way to see the ring, and look the other way to see the warm-up ring.
After lunch we checked out the midway, which was exactly 4 rides and some midway games and food. Dex picked a carousel horse that went up and down.
Then he wanted to go on the motorcycle carousel. He picked the purple bike. And I was so proud, and petrified, and also a little sad that he went on it all by himself. About 3/4 of the way through he looked at us as he went by and said "ALL DONE!" Sorry, kiddo. You're stuck on that one for a little while longer.
Dex wanted to play the ball game. The game person (what do you call those people?) was cracking up because he really sucked at it. Like, this was about as far as his ball ever went. But he had fun, and he got a purple necklace that he is still wearing around his neck right this instant.
We ALL went on the ferris wheel, which was an accomplishment because yeah. Mama? Kind of hates ferris wheels. I had a death grip on the bar, though, and I was ok. Dex liked being able to see all the horses and the cars when we were way up high.
Figured we'd just do all the rides. Dex had to do this one by himself, too. I have no idea if he had fun or not - this boy is a tough nut to crack. BUT - I think we can probably go to Dutch Wonderland this summer and he'll be ok. The riding on a ride by himself thing was the big test, and he didn't freak out. So I think we can do it. Carefully.
All those rides will tire a boy out.
The entertaining Junior Jumper class in the afternoon. Horses jumped the long course. If they had no rails, and made it under the time allowed, they jumped the short course. Horse with the fastest time and no rails on the short course was the winner.
Big jumps, brave riders. Only one fall that we saw. The winner was this unassuming little chestnut horse. He walked in the ring after all these huge warmblood horses had gone, and I thought nothing of him. Local girl was riding him. Clear round on the long course. And then she rode the short course and made the most incredible tight turns with that tiny little horse, and damned if that horse didn't turn the corner, see a jump right in front of him, and pop over it easy as can be. It was impressive, and the crowd went wild. She had the fastest time by 2 seconds. Not the horse pictured here. I forgot to take pictures of the cute little winning horse.
Ants in His Pants was a little wiggly when horses were in the ring. But then he sat down and sat still, with rapt attention, for a good ten minutes. What was all this focus aimed at?
Why, the tractors, of course. This is the really long tractor (it had three trailers on it). There was another kind of long tractor (2 trailers), and 2 blue tractors dragging the ring. All in the ring at the same time. Fascinating stuff. Best thing we saw all day, I do believe.
If you ask Dexter his favorite part of the horse show, his answer varies. He told Grandpa it was eating funnel cake. I think he told Grandma it was the blue tractor dragging the ring. Sometimes he'll say it was watching the horses jump. But based on today's repeat performance in the kitchen, I'd say that Devon was a rousing success.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Rough and Tumble
On Mother's Day weekend we caught wind of an antique tractor and train show happening not far from our house. The boys were definitely going, and after much consideration the girls decided we'd tag along, too. And aren't we glad we did, because otherwise Aunt Jeanne would have missed the Monkey Ward garden tractor winning the garden tractor pull. And that's a once in a lifetime thing, right there.
Seriously, though, it was pretty cool and we'll definitely go back for some of the other events they have throughout the year. Dex was happy so long as he had his ear muffs and he liked all the tractors and the tractor parade. Because, c'mon - who doesn't love a parade?
Seriously, though, it was pretty cool and we'll definitely go back for some of the other events they have throughout the year. Dex was happy so long as he had his ear muffs and he liked all the tractors and the tractor parade. Because, c'mon - who doesn't love a parade?
What could be better than a huge line of John Deere Tractors?
Maybe some kick-ass big old steam tractors
Dexter discovered the sawdust pile and was instantly in love.
Itty bitty steam tractor in the parade
Watching the parade. With ear muffs, of course.
Small-ish steam tractor (click for video)
Tractor with tracks, not wheels (click for video)
Nuther big old tractor
Chillin with Grandma
Dex suckered Grandpa in to watching the sawdust with him.
Here's what is actually making all the sawdust (click for video)
Pure wonder and delight. This kid is weird.
TWO kick-ass old tractors. Dex liked these kind because they steered funny - they steered with chains so the wheels moved all over the place and wobbled like crazy, and the steering wheels had to spin like 20 times to make the wheels actually turn somewhere.
Funny-steering tractor (click for video)
Old steam machines DO make for some fairly cool pictures.
Watching some big cool steam machine. I can't remember what it did, besides make lots of steam.
Steam machine wheels
Trio of Cowans
The boys watched this (admittedly cool) HUGE steam powered wheel thingy for a very long time
The big train that Dexter refused to ride, no matter how much Grandpa pouted. (click for video)
Stoking the fire in the little train
Dex is intrigued
John and Dex and some kid who wouldn't shut up, enjoying the little steam engine.
Little train video
The engineer let Dex sit in the driver's seat, with the warning that it'd be kind of hot there. Dex was... not so sure.
Pleased, he is.
Don't look at the fire. Don't look at the fire. Don't look at the fire. Don't look at the fire... (click for video)
More cool tractor wheels
We had a fun day. Mildly less fun when Grandpa's car stopped running mid-way home, but it was a fun challenge for the boys. They needed something to do that afternoon, anyway...
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Of Course
Of course this is a girl in my belly. I should have known. Of COURSE it is. Only a girl would be killing me slowly for the first 18 weeks of pregnancy. Girls do that, you know. They kill you and make you dislike them, and then they come back and are all nice and cute and make you feel good, and then they proceed to kill you some more. Gently. Softly. But still, killing. I know these things. I used to be a girl. Granted, I was a pretty kick-ass girl who played with trucks and horses and cut off my Barbie's hair. But I know a thing or two about being a girl.
The ultrasound tech checked twice. Girl, she says. See those three lines? That's labia. Girl. See that whole lack of penis? Girl. The doctor came in to look at things, and he couldn't say for certain but his best guess was girl. Can you check again? Girl. Can we come back for another ultrasound to be sure?
Everything else with this little girl looks lovely. No indication of any problems. Organs working well. Two arms. Two legs. Fingers. Toes. In the ultrasound shot we have she's got her little fists balled up in front of her face, ready to punch her big brother if he dare take her toys. Maybe she'll be a tom boy. One can only hope.
When the ultrasound tech left and we were waiting for the doctor John looked at me and said "Now I have to buy a shot gun." Because, you know, if you have a boy you only have to worry about one penis. If you have a girl, you have to worry about ALL the penises. We need Grandpa Cowan to stick around for another 20 years or so to scare off all the bad boys. He's much more intimidating than John is.
Speaking of Grandpa Cowan, he has decided that this baby shall be named Roxanne. Dexter was Rocky while in the womb. This one is Roxanne. Damn. There goes a perfectly good name, off the potential name list. Other perfectly good names to be taken off the list because of animal naming reasons - Tess (I really like that one, too), Katie, CoCo (unlikely anyway, I suppose), and Twink (also unlikely). Oh. And Kitty. We can't call her Kitty. Or Tippie. Or Tipper. Or Tee-Tah.
So, yeah - now we have to look at girl names, too. Girl names are hard. Hey - speaking of girl names - I just saw the 2011 most popular names according to the Social Security Admin. Guess what made the list? Alyssa. I mean, spelled wrong, because my way is the only way to spell that name. But I was shocked it was in the top 50 girl names.
I think I'll be done rambling now. I have oodles of pictures to share with you, but I have to edit them first. I'll see what I can do tonight. Or I'll go eat some rhubarb pie and call it a night. John's most recent go-round with rhubarb pie was FANTASTIC.
The ultrasound tech checked twice. Girl, she says. See those three lines? That's labia. Girl. See that whole lack of penis? Girl. The doctor came in to look at things, and he couldn't say for certain but his best guess was girl. Can you check again? Girl. Can we come back for another ultrasound to be sure?
Everything else with this little girl looks lovely. No indication of any problems. Organs working well. Two arms. Two legs. Fingers. Toes. In the ultrasound shot we have she's got her little fists balled up in front of her face, ready to punch her big brother if he dare take her toys. Maybe she'll be a tom boy. One can only hope.
When the ultrasound tech left and we were waiting for the doctor John looked at me and said "Now I have to buy a shot gun." Because, you know, if you have a boy you only have to worry about one penis. If you have a girl, you have to worry about ALL the penises. We need Grandpa Cowan to stick around for another 20 years or so to scare off all the bad boys. He's much more intimidating than John is.
Speaking of Grandpa Cowan, he has decided that this baby shall be named Roxanne. Dexter was Rocky while in the womb. This one is Roxanne. Damn. There goes a perfectly good name, off the potential name list. Other perfectly good names to be taken off the list because of animal naming reasons - Tess (I really like that one, too), Katie, CoCo (unlikely anyway, I suppose), and Twink (also unlikely). Oh. And Kitty. We can't call her Kitty. Or Tippie. Or Tipper. Or Tee-Tah.
So, yeah - now we have to look at girl names, too. Girl names are hard. Hey - speaking of girl names - I just saw the 2011 most popular names according to the Social Security Admin. Guess what made the list? Alyssa. I mean, spelled wrong, because my way is the only way to spell that name. But I was shocked it was in the top 50 girl names.
I think I'll be done rambling now. I have oodles of pictures to share with you, but I have to edit them first. I'll see what I can do tonight. Or I'll go eat some rhubarb pie and call it a night. John's most recent go-round with rhubarb pie was FANTASTIC.
| Mother's Day 2012 |
Monday, May 7, 2012
Scanned
We got a new printer last month, and John was testing out the scanner the other day to see how it works. I said "hey, since you're scanning, how about doing those ultrasound pics, too?" And so, finally, a month or so after the fact, here's some ultrasounds of Baby Norman, at about 13 weeks old.
Freaky 3-D photos. Kind of weird, eh? In the top and bottom photos you can see Baby Norman's ginormous head, ample torso, and tiny spindly arms and legs. In the middle photo you can see Baby Norman mooning you with his/her scrawny little butt.
We go next week for the 20 week ultrasound to make sure all organs are developing normally, and to find out what flavor baby we will be bringing home in October.
Freaky 3-D photos. Kind of weird, eh? In the top and bottom photos you can see Baby Norman's ginormous head, ample torso, and tiny spindly arms and legs. In the middle photo you can see Baby Norman mooning you with his/her scrawny little butt.
We go next week for the 20 week ultrasound to make sure all organs are developing normally, and to find out what flavor baby we will be bringing home in October.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Balls
What is it with boys and their balls? Why do they always have to be playing with them?
Our boy is, at least, cute while playing with his balls.
Our boy is, at least, cute while playing with his balls.
This week's fun task at soccer - push the ball off the cone with your head, and then dribble it to the net and shoot a goal. Dexter learned this week how to run away from the net yelling "GOAL!"
Bless the tremendously patient Coach Doug. I dunno how people work with kids. Seriously, man. They are a pain in the ass. (Click above video)
Today we pulled out a new toy. Hooray for baseball!
Daddy helped hold the bat
Ball went far enough that it went out of the picture. GOAL!
Gave up on hitting the ball, now just throwing the ball really high.
Power hitter. (Click above video)
After baseball we decided the balls needed to go for a walk. And Buddy, too.
Yeah, that's right. I'm walking my balls.
Got tired after about three seconds. Fortunately Daddy was there to pull the wagon.
Cute ball rider
Nothing at all to do with balls, but I like this picture. This is from Tuesday's picnic at Lana's farm in Chesapeake City. Cute cottage on the river. Dex liked walking on the "bridge" and pulling a wagon all over the yard and through the house. He also LOVED Diane's big dog Ozzy and has decided that we need to bring Ozzy home with us. He now calls Buddy "Ozzy." Poor dog has a new name every day...
Today we went to the Mendenhall Inn for brunch for John's birthday. Dex was fascinated with the harp player, and also with the chocolate fountain. He was really good there. Thank the lord I thought to bring our little Thomas the Train track and train for him to play with while he was eating his chicken nuggets and we were housing our Eggs Maryland and amazingly delicious french toast. Made from lemon poppy seed bread. OMG YUM. We'll go back. Next time we have another coupon...
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