The Great American Pasttime

Andrew graduated this summer from playing t-ball to coach pitch baseball -- he's in the big leagues now! The first order of business was buying a new baseball bat. Did you know that baseball bats are pricey - as in $150 pricey?

Despite many rain outs, we had a great time watching Andrew play baseball in July and August. We watched Andrew get his first hit and score his first run. He's a pretty good hitter, when he focuses on it, but he has zero interest in fielding.

Needless to say, the camaraderie among the parents was great and it made the games even more fun. The best part was watching all of the kids improve so much in just a short time.

Do you see the ball?

There are a bit blurry from the crop -- I REALLY need the 70-200 f/2.8 IS Canon lens (hint, hint!) This is Andrew sliding into home plate.

Team Shots

Happy 6th Birthday, Andrew!

Dear Andrew,

How are you already six years old? You are growing up so fast that sometimes I just want to freeze time. There are times when you will do or say something, and Daddy and I will just look at each other with utter disbelief at how much you know and how big you are.

It seems like yesterday that I was pregnant with you, totally clueless as to what life would be like once you arrived. It has been so exciting to watch you become more independent and to gain confidence in yourself. You learned to ride a bike without training wheels this year and you also learned to swim – life skills that you will never forget!

You are so sweet and caring and I love how you take care of your little brother. Your empathy towards others is one of my favorite things about you. You melt my heart at least once a day and I am so incredibly proud of you. You are a great little negotiator and I look forward to seeing that skill develop further.

I am particularly excited that the memories that we are making now, together as a family, will be ones that you will remember and that you can share with your children one day. You bring joy to everyone you meet – your teachers, your classmates – even strangers -- and of course, most importantly, our family.

I love you to the moon, the stars and back and beyond …

Happy Birthday, big guy!

Love,
Mommy

Tyler's 3 Year Old Photos

I just realized that I never posted Tyler's 3 year old photos (for the record I did take them on time!) ... better late than never!

Father's Day Photo

For 6 years running now, the boys and I have given Douglas a "Daddy" photo for Father's Day.

We love the tradition and we especially like to look back at the photos and the posts over the years.

Here is version 6.0 for the year 2010

Want to see the entire Daddy Photo Gallery?


2009; 2008; 2007


2006

2005

Happy Father's Day to my darling husband -the boys and I are beyond lucky to have you.

Growing Up

My boys are growing up right before my very eyes!

Where there was once a toddler, there is now a big boy. Where there was once a big boy there is now a big kid. Every age keeps getting better and we are having so much fun. I love how independent they are, yet they still look up to us like we are heroes.

Check out my handsome guys ...

A Month in the Moore House

T-ball fun.
Swim lessons every Thursday.
Ghostbusters.
End of School -Kindergarten here we come and Tyler is starting in early Pre-K this Fall too!
Memorial Day camping trip with the Englands (in their backyard).
Andrew learned to swim!!!
Tyler is sooo ready for a big boy bike.
Shrek 4.
Andrew has all of a sudden turned into a big kid (biking, swimming, vocab) - what happened to my little boy?
Mommy went to Boston for work and the Boys were bachelors all week.
Dancing, dancing, dancing in the living room.
Swim, bike, run. Repeat.
Photos galore (stay tuned, I will post some soon).

This tired mommy is off to bed!

Look Ma, No Training Wheels!

Young Love, Part 2

Andrew's school had a book fair this week and Doug met him in the library to help him pick out a couple of books. He brought three new books home, including a book called Pout Pout Fish.

This book is about a fish who wears a perpetual pout and "spreads the dreary wearies all over the place" -- that is until a sleek pretty fish surprises him with a kiss! Mr. Pout Pout realizes that he has been wrong all along, he is actually a kiss kiss fish!

Well, as we were reading the story tonight when we got to the page with the sleek, pretty fish, he said that he was the pout pout fish and that Sophia was the sleek pretty fish ... who, oh by the way, was about to kiss the pout pout fish!

I think Andrew has fallen pretty hard for sweet Sophia! Is it bad that I am already worried about her breaking his heart?

Young Love

The boys and girls in Andrew's class have been coupling up all school year. Yes, you read that right. Boyfriends and girlfriends in pre-K.

What does boyfriend/girlfriend mean in pre-k? From my observations, it really just means that Sally Sue's favorite boy in the class is Billy and that Billy's favorite girl is Sally Sue, for the moment at least.

Not all the pre-k kids were into the boyfriend/girlfriend thing though and up until April, Andrew didn't like to talk about the girls in his class. He would get very bashful if we asked him about Zoe any other little girls. He would make yucky faces while really trying to hide his embarrassment.

Well, that all changed at the end of March when Andrew started talking about a little girl named Sophia -- all the time. They are in class together and they are on the same t-ball team so they get to spend lots of time together. Well, last night Andrew told me a secret (forgive me for sharing this with the world, buddy!) ... he thinks Sophia is pretty and he likes her!

I was thrilled that Andrew would trust me with his secret (I was even told not to tell Daddy)! Well, tonight, Andrew told Daddy a secret too and Daddy was not supposed to tell me. Side bar, Andrew really needs to learn Mommy and Daddy don't keep secrets from each other.

So, are you ready for the big reveal?

Sophia asked Andrew to marry him and he said a resounding "ok!"

How sweet is that?

Sweet Sophia at T-Ball


The T-Ball Team (Sophia is second from the left)

Out of the Mouths of Babes

First and foremost – if you are looking for some new photos. Stay tuned. In the mean time, look here. I accidentally posted these to my “crappy” blog instead of here.

We love music at the Moore house and while we sing a lot of the traditional children’s songs (Itsy Bitsy Spider, Old McDonald, etc) we love grooving in the car (or dancing in the living room) to hip, in the now, music. Blacked Eyed Peas, Katy Perry, Beyonce, Lady Ga Ga are just a sampling of what is on my playlist and of course, they are also all over top 40 radio.

Most of these songs move to fast for the boys to pick up many of the words, other than the chorus, but they love the fast, loud songs. They refer to "Boom Boom Pow" by Black Eyed Peas as “Gotta Get That” because that is a one of the lines in the songs that they can actually understand.

In fact, Andrew will often start singing the words to a song and then finish the part he doesn't know with "something something something." It is only a matter of time until he starts making up words like his mom!

Well, also on my playlist is Jaimee Fox’s song, “Blame it on the Alcohol” and it so happens that it comes on just after some of the more upbeat, fun, fast songs. I normally hit the ‘next’ button to move to the next song, but it didn’t take long for Andrew to start trying to sing the chorus, namely, “Blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol”. I quickly explained to him that he shouldn’t sing that song because I would have been mortified if he tried to sing it at school! He was ok with that and he even refers to it now as the “bad” song, which really means, the one we are not supposed to sing.

Well, we were out and about this weekend in the Mustang and were rocking out to my playlist, enjoying the wind in our hair in the convertible. At some point during our trip, "Blame it on the Alcohol" started and just as we were picking up the iPod to change it to the next song Andrew started singing, “Blame it on the a-a-a-a …”

I was not very happy because he knows we don’t like that song, but before I could say anything, he finished his sentence … “Blame it on the a-a-a-a apple juice.” I couldn’t help but laugh and then Tyler quickly joined in too.

Out of the mouths of babes!