What we've been up to

Cole got his first official haircut the other day. It was much needed; the last 5 haircuts we've given him have been horrible and not the best for our parent/son relationship. But this lady was quick, sweet, and her scissors & clippers cut like butter. It was beautiful. Cole even made a few friends while he was there. I think it was the best $10 I've spent in a long time. The lady that sat behind us at church even complimented us on what a great job we did at cutting his hair. Too bad we had to tell her that it wasn't us!

Whitney finished up her dance class with a cute little recital. She loves to re-live her dance days by watching her performance on the TV. She is eagerly waiting to take her soccer and swimming classes this summer. She even asked me today if she could be in a different soccer class than her cousin so she could make new friends. Wow! Go Whitney! That's a big step for her. I think taking this class by herself helped her break out of her shell a little. I love hearing Whitney talk about "Be-A-trice", her dance friend.

Annie turned 8 months a few days ago. She is on the verge of crawling and gets quite grumpy when she's reaching and reaching for something and can't get it. She loves getting up on all fours and rocking back and forth a hundred times trying to figure it out. By some fluke the other night, she pulled herself up to standing twice while holding on to a toy basket. She looked so grown up! But she hasn't done it since, and I'm not encouraging that behavior for a least a few more months. I still need to baby proof!

We all went to the Giants game on Saturday with some friends. The seats were in the nosebleeds, so we got a great view of the bay. But not too good of a view of the game going on. This picture was taken after the game was over; it wasn't that empty in the nosebleeds, I promise. Seriously, why do we even try to take a family picture? It's not like anyone knows how to look at the camera!I love this picture of the kids cheering with their daddy. It was so cute hearing their little voices chant "Go GIANT...Go GIANT!" I don't really think they knew who or where the Giants were. Whitney was a little apprehensive about going to the game because she feared Goliath would be there. But after explaining the difference between "real" giants and baseball Giants, she happily attended the game.

I LOVED this little mini baseball park they had for kids. It was so adorable, and the kids were nuts about it. As you can see, our kids take their baseball stances very seriously.
Whitney keeps asking me to sing the "Take me out to the Ball game" song. Maybe we can go see another game soon. Fun memories!