Trash Talk

Grady and Kevin have been shooting hoops in the backyard every evening this week. Grady is getting really good and he knows it. Kevin has been trying to work with him on being a good sport-no gloating if we win, no angry outbursts if we lose-you get the idea.

While shooting around the other night Kevin was giving Grady a hard time and egging him on by saying "I don't know if you can make that shot," or "Nah, you can't make that!"

Grady laughs, turns, makes the shot with ease, then looks at Kev and says, "Apology accepted."

Camping Crazies

This year for our annual family camping trip (which we take in June --therefore, this is a little behind), we had rain. Yes, rain. Who could believe that, in what seems to be the rainiest summer ever! Anyway, we had rain. More rain than usual. It rained every day except one, forcing the kids to find alternate things to do (under shelter) aside from riding bikes, playing tag, digging holes, etc.

On our last day, as we were packing the gear, the rain really started to pour. I mean POUR! The kids were eventually holed up in the car watching a DVD while we loaded everything. But before Grady found refuge in the car he was getting pretty frustrated with the weather. Apparently his frustration was building and building because amidst the wiping down of muddy tarps and tents and folding of gear I heard this:

"Why rain? Why? Just take us off the list! Please, God, just take us off the list!"

I looked over to see Grady staring at the Heavens, hands stretched shouting to God that he would like to be removed from his rain list.

I seconded the motion.

SLip N sLiDE fun

Yes, even dad joined in the fun.

Summer, Summer, Summertime

Finally! Some Sun comes our way. Thank you, Lord for shining down on us!

The Trouble with Lying

Grady has been successfully keeping his undies dry at night on a pretty consistent basis. However, once in a while he has occasional slip-ups. Like yesterday morning. I woke up to find my child lying in a puddle of his own urine. While I was taking the sheets to the laundry, Grady, who thought I was going to be angry with him for peeing the bed, said this to me:

"Mom, I didn't do that, you know."

"oh, really? Who did?"

"I don't know. But it wasn't me. Someone came in my room last night and peed on me."

Needless to say he had a lengthy time out lecture about lying.

Grady's Questions

Grady has been asking some pretty great questions lately. Today, I got this (my favorite so far):

"Mom, how did you meet the perfect man?"

and

"How will I meet the perfect girl?"

I love him.