Some Things Remain The Same

On the way home from Hannah's school yesterday, we drove by The Landing which is a retirement community that the kids go to and play games with the retirees. Hannah noticed this and decided to remind me that she goes to The Landing sometimes with her friends.

So, I asked her what she does there..........

'Well, we can't play puzzles,' Hannah says.

'Why not?' I ask.

'They keep forgetting how to play,' Hannah quips.

'Who forgets how to play?'

'The Landing people,' she says. Well, bless their hearts. I would imagine that the elderly living at The Landing appreciate the company but probably do forget a few things.

This reminded me of story Carson told us about a year or so ago when he mentioned going to The Landing too. He said that he played with 'Henry,' one of the retirees. According to Carson, playing at The Landing was fun but Henry was forgetful.

Carson was apparently showing Henry how he could write his name on a piece of paper and at one time asked Henry to do the same.....however, Henry would keep asking Carson if he wanted him to write his name, even after doing so. Carson would have to remind Henry that he already wrote his name and keeps forgetting.

The kids really enjoy The Landing but it's funny listening to them talk about their experiences there.

Ready for Next Season

As you all know, Carson turned 7 this month. One of the gifts he received (from Grandma and Grandpa in Elmwood) was a new baseball mitt. I oiled the mitt up for him under the guidance of Grandpa (who has probably broken in his fair share of mitts over the years) but I really didn't think Carson would take much of an interest in the process. I was wrong.

Starting that evening, he'd put the glove on, toss the ball in the glove several dozen times, stuff a ball in the pocket when he was done, then wrap the rubber band back around the glove and ball combination to keep it formed up. This continued on for the next few days, almost religiously.

A few days after getting the glove, I was talking to a friend of mine that played baseball in college. His trick was to place the glove (with baseball in the pocket) under his mattress when he slept to get the glove broken in. I told Carson about this 'trick' and he started going the same thing.

It's funny. Now Carson digs under his mattress, throws the ball into the glove a few dozen times, plays catch in the air, and stuffs the glove back between the mattresses. Although he's in mourning that the baseball season has come to a close and he can't fall asleep watching the game he loves, it looks like the new birthday present has him turning toward next season already.

The Best Daddy of All

Two days ago, Hannah brings me a book that she's checked out from the local library. She wanted me to read it to her so I take the book and she slides onto the couch next to me ready to listen.

I always start by reading the title of the book so this time isn't any different.....

So I begin, "The Best Daddy of All"

Hannah chimes in, "That's just like you, daddy."

WOW. This about brings me to tears.....Hannah scored BIG points with me. And Tara says that Hannah is wrapping me around her finger.

She's probably right.

Happy Birthday Carson

Carson is the big 7 today. He spent the day playing with his buddy Braedon, rolling around on his motorized scooter, and playing hard. Here is a picture of him in front of his cake. We invited the family down to celebrate and have some treats:

Happy Birthday Carson. The past 7 years have flown by. I'm sure the next 7 will as well.