I don't know why, but our lives have gone un-blog-umented lately.
Maybe because my iPhone has taken over as lead camera.
Maybe, Instagram.
But, alas, here we are.
We've done things like throw rocks in Cibolo Creek with Grandma.
One night, Drew fell getting out of the tub and had a pretty big bruise on his face. Out of nowhere, Ethan comes running in with a pool noodle/ light saber and told Drew he could whack him as hard as he could.
Owie: gone.
Ethan finished another soccer season with a great coach and team.
One Monday night, we held FHE at the Guadalupe River. We intended on going for an actual hike, but there were just so many rocks to be thrown.
Our dear lad, Ethan Douglas, lost his first tooth. He wasn't expecting it, nor was I. But sometimes, when trying to split two Legos apart, a tooth gets lost.
He was stunned. I cried. It was a moment. My boy is growing up.
And since Daddy was out of town, a request was made to hold on to the tooth for just a couple more nights.
Thankfully, our tooth fairy is a merciful spirit and the request was granted.
Drew. Sometimes, with this kid, there are just no words.
Like, how he always tries to be prepared. Just in case the temperature rises 30 degrees, and a pool happens to show up. All while we're on our way to the bus stop.
He may or may not have had a few people stop. And laugh. And take pictures.
The kids learned how to play football not long ago, and when all the neighborhood kids assemble, it's often the game of choice.
The neighborhood kids seem to assemble quite a bit. They're good kids and I'm happy they have each other. Maybe one of the best surprises in moving here is the great neighbors. In our little neighborhood, there are about 15 kids that take the bus home together. The older kids are nice and respectful and often help the younger kids with homework and reading books. They all know each other and have fun getting together and playing or riding bikes.
A good neighborhood can make such a difference.
