A blessing to report...I have a rule...ok, so I have a few rules,
but with a 4-year old, you wonder how many rules they can remember.
During the summer and on weekends (if I am working), Owen is not allowed to wake me up until the clock says 7...if I'm working, I say 6. :-)
You have to know that this is because, for the longest time, my "alarm" was Owen sitting in bed, calling, "momma, momma, momma, momma..." until I came to get him. Now he knows he can get up by himself. If it is before 6 and he has to pee, he has to get back in bed. If it is after 6, he can stay up and play...
So I reminded O again last night that he needed to wait until the clock said 7 before he came and woke me up.
I dreamed last night about mountain climbing (which I've never done, but I fell asleep reading
Into Thin Air) and I had no boots to go climbing in the snow with...don't ask me how that is possible...any way...
I then was dreaming this morning about my sweet boy. I don't remember what he was doing in my dream, but he was so quiet and he was brushing my arm so softly...then I realized...
he was standing by my bed, brushing my arm ever so gently, waiting for me to wake up.
After all, it was 7:30!
:-)
So far, that has been my favorite way to be woken up as a mom...
if there is a
good way to be woken up at all in the middle of dreaming!
My little boy, growing up. I guess he was hungry.
Next step: how to make a healthy breakfast! :-)
He is enjoying t-ball better these days: he did warm ups, ran to the fence, played catch with a friend...but he still wanted to be done after one inning.
:-)
I don't care.
HE'S FOUR.
We have plenty of years left for organized sports.
so what if he was more interested in the "O" in the dirt than the ball that went whizzing by.
so what if he doesn't get into "ready position"
so what if he walks the last few steps to first base...
at least today he ran the whole way around and actually made it to home...
without crying.
I'm so proud...
Gabby may be a different story...
Observer
Go-Getter
Copy-Cat
"I'm not too little" syndrome
We'll get through it all...
Won't we?
20 hours or so in a car was too much for Gabby on the way there so we sent her home with Daddy on the plane. Quality time for Daddy and little girls...
Not the first time at the "top of the world"
Some sights were appreciated by few...
To see these and grander sights, we hiked up the dirt road from "our" house,
The hiking and biking were loads of fun!
Owen got more adventurous and braver than I'd ever seen him!
"Hey Gramma Mimi! I'll race ya!"
Too bad Mimi is not very competitive...
On one of our bike rides we passed a neighbor whose house sign said "Owen"!
Here is one of the bike rides that Little O took with Auntie Julie!
With all the fun to do outside...inside was fun too!
So we couldn't convince Owen to go for a pony ride, but we got to feed them snacks! :-)
Elodie was rubbing off on Gabby. I turned around to see my little Gabs climbing the railing!
Where were we on this day-trip?...
Rafting! Rog "risked" his life to go on this rafting trip for Julie's birthday.
Here is Todd getting a hip-hop, Glee, and High School Musical education.
Other fun times just relaxing...
Good times had by all! Let's do it again! Soon!
During the summer and on weekends (if I am working), Owen is not allowed to wake me up until the clock says 7...if I'm working, I say 6. :-) 
he was standing by my bed, brushing my arm ever so gently, waiting for me to wake up.
He is enjoying t-ball better these days: he did warm ups, ran to the fence, played catch with a friend...but he still wanted to be done after one inning.
I don't care. 
We have plenty of years left for organized sports.
so what if he was more interested in the "O" in the dirt than the ball that went whizzing by.
so what if he walks the last few steps to first base...
Go-Getter
"I'm not too little" syndrome
Batman is the new Spiderman...somedays he's ironman, but he doesn't have that costume...yet! :-)
Gabby's gettin tougher to hold down...my sweet angel...
more celebrating...the party goes on for days around here!
and then we get a package in the mail a week later! 
"Pain is weakness leaving the body!"
