The title is what Ricky loudly proclaimed at church yesterday after singing “Popcorn popping on the ice cream tree” during the sacrament.
Last Monday was Hooper (pronounced with an “oo” sound like good, book, put, hooker–just for those of you who still question the way we say it) Tomato Days. We started the day at the baby contest where Billy looked beautiful, but the judges must have been paid off because he didn’t win anything. Of course, there were at least 2 dozen babies and only 5 prizes, but we still thought he was the most adorable. We had fun looking at the booths and teaching Ricky about carnival games and seeing a 315 pound pumpkin. Later was the dog race. Trouble came in a very close second in his race, but poor Daisy was a little confused and ran to the sidelines to be with Trouble rather than for the finish line!
How could this face not have won? He even flirted with the judges!
Here’s Ricky on the cute little train ride. It was a super hot day out and after the second time around, he was about to fall asleep.
The boys and I try to take Kevin lunch once a week and we picnic at this great little park right by Kevin’s office. Ricky does more playing than eating and we all have a good time.
Billy enjoys watching Ricky play. He still has only two teeth.
We had a horrible experience sending Ricky to preschool last week. He was fine–loved being with the kids and no problems leaving me, but the teacher was another story. I’ll sum up by saying she told me things about Ricky’s lagging development that made me unenroll him from the school and want to spit nails. She then arrived on my doorstep two days later incredibly apologetic and almost begging me to let Ricky come back. I told her I’d think about it for next year, but we’d just take care of ourselves this year. It did my heart good to see her acknowledge her mistake about my brilliant son! Anyway, here he is all ready for preschool (after the fact I find the face completely appropriate).
One of Billy’s favorite things to do is suck on his toes.
This weekend we had fun with Aunt Wendi and Aunt Sheri who came and stayed with us. Ricky loved playing with them and Billy liked watching them, as long as they weren’t touching him!
Uncle David, Aunt Amber and cousin Jackson came up Sunday and we had a really nice visit. Ricky skipped his nap and the more tired he got, the more he called Jackson “Cousin Danny” and Uncle David “Uncle Dan.”
My boys may not be perfect, but I think they are completely wonderful!
What a great post. I love it!!! You know, we haven’t seen each other in years but I still feel like I completely know you. Maybe even more so. It sure is fun to keep up with your family through this and maybe one day we will really try to get together!!!!