We vacationed at the beach last week. It was AWESOME!! We had such a great time as a family. The kids grew closer and it was wonderful to see them enjoying each other and growing in their relationship. If I had a nickle for every time Anderson told Aaron, me or Owen that he loved us, I'd be overflowing in money. Instead (and better), my heart is overflowing for the precious family time that we so needed and shared together last week.
We spent a lot of time on the beach and in the pool..these kids are little fish. We enjoyed a couple of movies, a baseball game, back to school shopping and nightly shell hunting family walks.
We signed Owen up for a local Sandlot baseball league. It's basically organized pickup games and he moved up to machine pitch. It's a great intro for him into 'real' baseball vs tball.
I was so nervous for his first at-bat...but he took one swing and hit the ball!
He was excited to play catcher, but didn't really have any idea what he was doing since it was only the 2nd inning of his first game. But, he had fun and that's the point! He also looked super cute!
Anderson was cute just hanging around and watching his big brother. He asked if he was going to get to play too and when I said no, he said, 'Yes, I get to play in the dirt!' And he did play in the dirt...and didn't get yelled at for it. He spent a fair amount of time getting yelled at for playing in the dirt during tball games.
Anderson had his 5 year check up....complete with 4 mean shots. He was most unhappy with the shots. When his teacher at summer camp asked if he was brave for his shots he replied with an accurate, 'nope.' In his defense, he was pretty worn out from the week of VBS...being tired makes it hurt more.
He weighed in at 41 pounds (50th percentile) and measured in at 42 inches (27th percentile). He moved up from the 25th percentile in height from his 4 year. He's slowly trucking along.
He also had his kindergarten vision and hearing screening which he aced. He did some dancing for the nurses and was his normal crazy self until the shots showed up. Poor kid...at least he is done with them now for several years.
Go ahead and mention my child, The one that died, you know. Don't worry about hurting me further The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry I'm already crying inside Help me heal by releasing The tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent, Pretending it doesn't exist. I'd rather you mention my child Knowing that she has been missed. You ask me how I'm doing, I say "pretty good" or "fine" But healing is something on going I feel it will take a lifetime.