Summer Wrap-Up

I'm behind, and I have to do a review.  You don't have to read it.  I've gotten so used to the immediacy of blogs that when I click on to something that happened weeks prior I think, What--this is old news, this happened ages ago--and a little of the meaning is lost.  And here I am about to cover things that happened months ago--I am already bored with my own post, but I continue none the less since this is my best effort at scrapbook/journaling and it's for posterity (so be honest :).

Movie quotes aside, here goes.  I'm starting at the end of the summer, we'll see if I ever make it to the beginning. 

We ended our summer with our Air Show tradition which this year nicely coincided with Joseph's birthday.  Number 3.

I'm dumbfounded.  Number 3.  He's got the attitude to go with it.  

Even now as I am typing, watching them through the window of the parent room at gymnastics, Joseph is standing in line behind Will and periodically poking Will in the shoulder and then hiding his hand a giggling.  Rascal.  Anyway, back to the air show.

My favorite part is having them fly so close that even after they pass the sound is still rattling around in your chest.  Matthew's favorite part was getting up close with a Sherman Tank,

 an old B-17 (the Memphis Bell), the rescue helicopters,

and watching the Harrier stand still in the air and rotate in front of us. 

 (Chest cavity was rattling around for about an hour after that.)  Little Moo has been so enamoured of the military of late that he and I took a special date up to the fabric store so he could pick out his own fabrics he had spied a few weeks earlier for a quilt.  They all star jets, rockets, and weaponry.  This makes me slightly nervous but on the flip side, he was at the fabric store sifting through textiles--I'm hoping the two things balance each other out.

After the air show we headed home for some pizza, cake and party for the littlest Moo.

I sourced out his birthday cake this year and it was a total triumph--thanks Aunt Becky!

He's still talking about it.  If anyone asks him how old he is, he skips the number and goes right to "I had a dinosaur birthday!"

Chris and the older boys went and did a little shopping for Joseph.  The first present he opened was a football 

and he was gone.

Uninterested in any other presents.  My pleas the only thing keeping him seated on the grass.  But he was not letting go of the ball--completely gave up unwrapping his own gifts.

Once he saw it was a helicopter he was a little more interested, but still not enough to let go of the ball.

And the steam roller didn't even garner a one hand welcome.  He gave it a glance but both palms stayed firmly planted on the foot ball.

So the rest of the time was spent throwing balls, catching balls, kicking balls, and batting balls.

And of course, we finished it off with a great game of steamroller thanks to Ben. 

 I wish you could flip through these pictures fast--it's better than a movie.