No joke: from the moment he found out we were moving to Kansas, Nae-nae began talking about mowing the lawn with Daddy. And the Ringmaster began looking at lawn mowers in every home improvement store he could find. Now bear in mind that while living in California, we had never owned a lawn, mowed our own lawn, nor known anyone who did so. Yet father and son longed for the day when they could work the fields together. Well, folks, for both of these boys, a dream came true this week: They finally. mowed. their. own. lawn. Ah, the sense of accomplishment. Ah, the sweat from this Kansas heat! Some overly kind and indulgent friends from church bought the Ringmaster the Lexus of lawnmowers, and boy did he enjoy using it! On his back is our little Ammo, not sure what to make of it all. Miss B watched from a distance in full princess apparel. Far be it from her to soil her robes with such common labor! And the neighbors watched with open astonishment these wacky Californians taking way too much pleasure in what is for them just another weekly hassle. Afterwards, the Trainer rewarded them with homemade cinnamon rolls, their reward for a job well (if weirdly) done. Then she promptly sent them off to the shower.
Tonight we joined another family from church to watch the high school Homecoming Parade. Now to call it a parade might be a bit of a stretch--though technically I think that's what it was. The kids had a great time watching the two bands, the strutting athletes, the cars carrying nervous, dolled-up court nominees. I'm sure Miss B was envisioning the day when she, too, might ride in one of those cars, and Nae-Nae the day he might strut down the middle of the street like those supercool 15 year olds. Afterwards we went to Braum's for dinner and ice cream.
For those who care to keep up with such things, here's the bulging belly update. Looks like the insurance situation is getting cleared up, so hopefully we'll get in for an appointment and be posting an ultrasound of the little kickboxer soon. Notice that in this picture I'm standing in front of a Chocolate Cafe. I didn't even walk inside. Honest. I've never practiced such self-control in my entire pregnant life. For my efforts I promptly rewarded myself with a shake at Braum's.
