Before I had kids, I never thought I would take so many pictures. Nor did I think that the ones I took would bring me such joy and thousands of smiles. Well, now I have kids...
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
First Baseball Game
So we decided it was time for our boy to attend his first baseball game. Huge success! He loved every minute of it...even though we only went to see the county Manatees...and they lost. Although he didn't watch much of the actual game, the experience was priceless.
Before the game, we made a pit stop to Walmart to get him a real baseball glove, bat, and some balls. Great idea. He never let go of that glove the entire time. The night consisted of baseball corndogs, unlimited soda drinking, catching practice with some new friends (he seriously will make friends with anyone who glances his way), throwing practice (he threw his ball 12 mph), fun with Mr. Manatee, running the bases with all of the 200+ kids, and only one tantrum when we had to leave at 11:00pm. Needless to say, he cannot wait to turn 5 so he can sign up for T-ball. He has asked countless times since then, "Mommy, how much longer till I'm 5?"
"Watching" the game.
All of the kids running the bases during an inning change.
Before the game, we made a pit stop to Walmart to get him a real baseball glove, bat, and some balls. Great idea. He never let go of that glove the entire time. The night consisted of baseball corndogs, unlimited soda drinking, catching practice with some new friends (he seriously will make friends with anyone who glances his way), throwing practice (he threw his ball 12 mph), fun with Mr. Manatee, running the bases with all of the 200+ kids, and only one tantrum when we had to leave at 11:00pm. Needless to say, he cannot wait to turn 5 so he can sign up for T-ball. He has asked countless times since then, "Mommy, how much longer till I'm 5?"
When we told Bryce to go and get his glove, this is what he came back with. Clearly, the baseball game visit was very overdue.
Practicing with his new glove before the big game.
Waiting in line for tickets.
Nothing like a stadium corndog
"Watching" the game.
All of the kids running the bases during an inning change.
Just a Miss
In order to get quality poses, or any pictures for that matter, of Bryce at Hailey's age, I usually had to resort to bribing on most days. However, with a simple "Hailey, strike a pose for Mommy and her camera" this is what I get. Boys vs Girls...what a difference.
This is Hailey's attire (sans the tutu and crown) on a typical day around our house...and I'm really not kidding.
This is Hailey's attire (sans the tutu and crown) on a typical day around our house...and I'm really not kidding.
Flyin' High
Amy and Zach Reynolds: May 10, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Get a load of this...
Apparently, we have a bee situation at our house. Bees and I don't get along very well, so we called in the handy dandy bee man to get rid of them. For the bargain price of $184.00 you receive:
1. man complete with bee helmet and gloves
2. a sting in the neck by an angry bee (if your name is Brian)
3. five or six holes banged into your house, one of which that measures 3 1/2 ft long x 6 inches wide (they don't repair them for you either)
4. removal of disgusting bee nest, larvae, and honey
5. and complete entertainment for entire visit (if you're name is Nicole)
Bee Man complete with gear (little disappointed...I was expecting the full yellow suit)
1. man complete with bee helmet and gloves
2. a sting in the neck by an angry bee (if your name is Brian)
3. five or six holes banged into your house, one of which that measures 3 1/2 ft long x 6 inches wide (they don't repair them for you either)
4. removal of disgusting bee nest, larvae, and honey
5. and complete entertainment for entire visit (if you're name is Nicole)
Bee Man complete with gear (little disappointed...I was expecting the full yellow suit)
Yes, that's our nest inside of our wall
The whole nest with eggs and lots of honey
Brian trying to figure out how on earth to repair all of this. Actually it wasn't that bad, and being the handy man that he is...it's already done. Gotta love wonderful husbands.
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