Hawaiian Luau

Every day there are little things that remind me that summer is almost at its end. Our community end of the year pool party is one of those things.

Last weekend we attended the CTS "Hawaiian Luau," which, besides the scanty decorations, was far from a luau. Where were the hula dancers? Where was the roast pig? Where were the pineapples? OK so I have never been to a luau, but I expected much different.

Anyhow, there WERE decorations...and people...and a DJ...and dancing...and swimming, of course.

We ate pulled pork sandwiches and potato salad, potato chips, and hot dogs.

Then...there was ICE CREAM! And popsicles. Shaped like Sponge Bob.

And giant rocket popsicles too! Tyler stole mine.

After tons of colored ice cream dripping down his face, hands, chest, and anywhere else it could go, Josh found a creative way of cleaning Tyler off. We tried the drinking fountain to no avail, so SORRY lifeguards!!


But then he had MORE ice cream...

Which meant MORE cleaning!!

There was also a conga line. Tyler and I didn't do much conga-ing - we just followed the line so that he could win a free maracca.

They had a swimsuit contest. There's my boy strutting his stuff. And yes, he IS scratching his butt in case you enlarged the picture to see if he REALLY was. That's my boy! (Covers face). Needless to say, he didn't win the contest.

They also had a hula hooping contest. He could barely reach both sides of the hoopaloop (thank you Oso - that is now what Tyler calls them), so he didn't win that contest either.

Doesn't he look upset? Poor kid! Didn't win ANY contests. (Ok, so he was actually upset cause I made him hold still for a picture, but whatever....just feel sorry for him.)

All in all we had a good time, and at least one of us went home with blue lips...

Good bye Summer! We'll miss you!!!

"I" Week & My Future...Uh...Dancer??

I was a complete ignoramus about what to do for "I" Week. I mean, how much stuff actually starts with "I" beside I, as in ME. And instead of teaching my kid to be a complete narcisist, and totally self-centered, we tried to find other things to do AND eat.

So..........

We made an IGLOO out of ICING, sugar cubes, and coconut. In the end it didn't really look like an igloo, but instead a big lump of sugar and white flakes, but it was fun.

We ate ITALIAN sausages. In fact, Tyler stood in time out for probably an hour off and on because he refused to try the Italian Sausage and I had had enough of his stubborness and so we fought....for a long time...and when he finally tried it, guess what he said? Mmmmmmmmm that's yummy! ARG!

We drank IBC. I didn't have to persuade Tyler to try THAT.

We made bug I's and little i's and traced them.

We used ICING to decorate our ICED brownies.

We read I'M Not Scared, IF I Ran the Circus, and I'D Really Like To Eat A Child.

We played an I Spy Game outside. I gave clues to Tyler about things I saw outside and when he guessed them, he got to stick a picture of that item on his paper. For example...I spy with my little eye something in the sky that is bright and yellow and makes us warm. Guess: the sun! YAY!

We ate ITALIAN ICE.

We ate ITALIAN Noodles and ITALIAN cheesy bread. Ok, so Italian noodles are actually called spaghetti, but work with me here!

AND we went ice skating!! Tyler started out a little shaky, but was doing it all by himself at the end. He didn't fall ONCE...by accident...but he fell a bunch of times on purpose.

After I Week was over, we hit up the Dance Studio for a Back To Dance Hip Hop Party. There was a room filled with gymnastics equipment that the kids got to try out, tons of dancing, which Tyler attempted. And LOTS of adoring fans...I mean girls.

Tyler starts his first class tomorrow at the studio... NO, not dance. It's a class called KidFit, which is gymnastics and motor skills, like hula hoops, and balls and stuff. I am betting he will have a ton of fun! I just wish there were more kids in his class...

The Things He Says...

Recently I have been extremely amused with the things that come out of my 2.5 year old's mouth, that I just HAD to write some of them down...

Today at naptime:
"Momma, I'm grumpy."
"Ok, Tyler, I love you, night night."
"No, you have to say night night Grumpy Tyler."
"Night night, Grumpy Tyler...I love you!"
"That's better. I love you too Momma."

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Yesterday randomly after breakfast:
"Corndog, corndog, yummy yummy yummy." (off a Phineas & Ferb episode)

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Today in the car on the way to the grocery store:
"You still mad at me, Momma?"
"No, Tyler, I'm not mad."
"Can I sing you a song?"
"Sure."
"ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC....Are you feeling happy now, Momma?"

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The other day playing with his race track:
"Ladies and Gentleman! The car show is going to start in a minute! Come to the car show!"

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Putting his shoes on to go outside:
"You wearing HipFlops like me Momma?"
"Yes Tyler"
"Hip Flops make me happy!"

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Looking out the window during a storm:
"WOW! I saw LightQueen!"
"You mean lightning, Tyler?"
"No, Momma, LightQueen...the flashing kind!"


Yay for my silly little Tyler. He makes me laugh. :)

Fair Doesn't Start With H...

H Week was a HAPPY success. After putting the week off during Princess Camp, we jam packed as much H stuff as possible into one week. Here's what we came up with...

We made a headband...an indian headband. Complete with feathers.

We cut and pasted the letter Hh onto paper and traced the lines.

We ate hamburgers, hot dogs, and hash browns.

We made horseshoes out of cardboard and played horseshoes, the game.

We played hockey on rollerblades.

We made a horse out of a cardboard box, sketch paper, and newspaper, and galloped around the house.

We ate hummus and flat bread, and I actually got Tyler to try some.

We also ate honey bbq wings and hot pockets.

And we read books that start with H.

Lastly, we went to the Fair. I know....Fair doesn't start with H, but we didn't want to miss out on our opportunity to go to the Fair just because it wasn't here during F week.

We saw animals.

Slid down a tractor.

Rode on a tractor.

Watched a (LAME) cowboy show.

We even saw a pig named after my brother.

Tyler rode a little tiny pony...all by himself.

We watched some pig races. Our blue pig won TWICE. YAY.

Tyler even got to pet his horse. (He has been talking to me for weeks about going to "the farmer's house" and asking him to pet his horse).

We also played some games. Tyler won a giant blow up baseball bat and a stuffed frog...but no goldfish.

And we saw some "ballerinas." My dance studio I used to teach at was performing, so I got to see some of my former students. The girl below used to be in my class when she was 3!!

H week was great, and so was the fair. Now I just have to wait for the Great Frederick Fair to come to town so I can see my Billy Ray Cyrus concert.

YEEE HAW!