Birthdays, upsets, and bedtime stories...

Last week we attended our good friend, Corley's 2nd birthday. She was quite the little doll. Here are a couple of pics.
 
 
 

And here is Fender in his new Texas shirt that our cousins got for him. Typically I wouldn't mind him wearing it at all, I mean we are certainly Texas fans...just not when they play my school. And as luck would have it, the day he got this shirt was the night Texas played Texas Tech last Saturday. I should have known things weren't going to go my way when he went to find his shirt and put it on by himself after watching a little pre-game. :( He looked pretty cute in burnt orange, but I still made him sit on the other couch!

Despite the minor loss, I thought Tech looked pretty good and held it together pretty well considering Texas was ranked #2, they apparently wanted revenge from last year, we were playing AT Texas, and it was clear the refs and commentators were completely bias. Yet it certainly wasn't a blow out, was it!! Wreck em next time, boys!

So we clearly need to get Fender some Raider gear, but here he is... burnt orange and all, doing his hook-em horns and supporting his Godfather who is a Freshman at UT this year too.
 

Daddy reading new bedtime story to Fender from his Granama. A true story about a man named Philipe who walked on a tightrope between the two World Trade Center Towers.

2nd weekend in September...

While I traveled to Amarillo for a last mini vacation and to see some old friends... the boys had a fun-filled Father-Son weekend of their own.

Papa, Daddy, and Fen set up an exciting hot wheels track that apparently provided 4 hours of continuous entertainment. So I guess the good news is he doesn't have ADD if he can play with something for four hours straight. I was informed via email when this picture was sent that apparently around the point in time of this picture, Fender wanted to stack lots of cars at one end for another car to crash into it. So Daddy went to "launch the fastest car in the world (blue car with flames)." And when he did, Fender moved his leg in the way so that the "fastest car" bumped into it. He then said, "Daddy, here, I will show you how to do it. You go stack the cars again."


On Saturday of my lovely vacation, I got a call from Drew telling me Fender was limping pretty good on his left leg and asked if I had ever seen him do that. I hadn't, so I suggested he wrap it up and tell him not to run and jump on it for a bit. I got the following picture from breakfast that morning. Good job, Daddy!!


One of the places Fender likes to hide when playing hide and go seek.


Playing with all the old transformers my good friend, Kelly and her sons, sent back with me for Fender this weekend.

Labor day weekend...

I'm slow to post, but we had a long, relaxing Labor Day weekend (Sept 5-7). Fen got to play inside; outside; at the park; with Papa; have ice cream and more...here are some pics.

 
 
 
 

Writing and imagination...

Okay, so he isn't writing letters yet, but we've started beginning writing after attending a party last week with a girl who just turned 3 and had been attending Montessori school who was able to trace any letter or line and was sounding out letters in words. Wow!

I let Fender try and the first time he ended up just coloring the whole letter we were trying to trace, but by the second letter he was struggling hard to try and get it right. So this week we've been perfecting lines, circles, arches, squares and such. Here are a couple of pictures from our "learning time" in the evening. At the beginning of each session he still doesn't grab hold of the pencil right, but by the end he has usually found the correct position on his own just trying to find the easiest way to accomplish his goal. He has much straighter lines when he holds the pencil correctly! At a boy.





And before I forget, I have to share two Fender stories that demonstrate some imagination, so that they get put in his "third" year book.

The first is when he told me about a boo-boo on the palm of his right hand. I said, "What happened here?" And he said, "My good guy got hurt today." I said, what? He said, "This is my good guy (his right hand) and it got hurt, but it's okay now...and this is my bad guy (showing me his left hand) and he didn't get hurt."

He watches too much transformers!! Good guys and bad guys for hands...what a riot.

And two: Also directly a result of too much transformers...
At lunch on Wednesday, Fender blurted out from the back seat in a Megatron voice: "Momma, give me that chocolate milk and I'll let you live to be my pet." My internal response...uh...wha? He did not just blurt out a direct line from that movie but interchange "all spark" with chocolate milk! But he did. So I responded with another line from the movie and said: "I'm never giving you this chocolate milk." And he responded: "Oh...so unwise."

I'm not kidding. I couldn't possibly make this up. I was completely stunned, yet laughing at how hilarious he was. He was grinning and trying not to laugh the whole time, especially when I quoted the movie back to him. Oh what a fun, imaginitive little boy!

And a quick update, since I don't know that I included it anywhere, but he can and does completely dress himself most mornings (socks included now that I finally found the right size). And he's potty trained and rarely has accidents (please don't let that statement come back to get me). Although, I don't know if one considers it being potty trained if they still sleep in a night-time pull-up, but I do. My definition of potty trained is when I don't have spare diapers/undies/change of clothes etc hiding in my purse or in my truck when we leave the house and I haven't had for over a month now. So again...way to go Fender. Momma is proud of you. :) Ha...as if there was ever any doubt. :)