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| It has been hot here, so that means two things: 1. You need water to play in, and, 2. There will be jellyfish at the beach...hence, the crocodile pool... |
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| L in action...running after a huge IHOP breakfast (he said, "I want to go to the place with the acronym" when Daddy asked him where they wanted to go out for breakfast...and it only took me a minute to figure out what he meant), I don't think he was feeling so fresh in the heat... |
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| After the game, the Titans held their Team Party at Chuck-E-Cheez. Where M fell in love with this thing...and wouldn't get off it... |
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| Go, Titans! |
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| L and Coach Kelly... |
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| "Wow! They gave me a trophy and I didn't even win the game! I want to play again next year!" A spent the whole ride home, trying to get to hold the trophy, while L was trying to figure out where to put the trophy where his brother wouldn't get it. "You might break it!" he shouted to the twins... |
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| Sunday at the Blackbeard Pirate Festival. It's not really a place for kids. It's a festival for weird adults who really, really, really wish they were pirates. Anyhoo...the Birds of Prey were the reason we went. Here is a Red-Tailed Hawk. L was pretty stoked to find out that there is a Falconry Club in VA and that you have to be 10 to be an apprentice. And 14 to be a Master Falconer (if you pass all the requirements). Guess we'll have a raptor someday... |
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| Pirates Dancing...(L was unimpressed with pirates. "They were not good guys," he told me later) |
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| On Monday, A helped M fall face first down the front cement steps into the clay flowerpot (bruise/bump on forehead). On Tuesday, L body-checked M in the hallway (they were acting out what they think the plot to Cars 2 is while I was washing the dinner dishes) and gave him a horrible, gushing bloody nose (Band-Aid)...It's hard to be a 3 year old boy... |
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