Leta's first Haircut!

A friend in our small group gave Leta her very first haircut.  Leta was not very cooperative.  She didn't cry or anything, but there was a ridiculous amount of head turning and I had to hold her head still with a pretty good amount of force.  Our friend Andrea Lemmonds in our small group at church gave her a quick trim Sunday evening.  So Leta no longer has a mullet.  And while I recognize that her hair looks much nicer now, I'm still mourning the loss of her scraggly baby hair.  Here is a poor picture of the trim.

Kyle "Watermelon Man" Soper

Kyle has a problem.  He is obsessed with watermelons.  For those of you who know Dana (Kyle's dad), you know that Dana has no lawn.  Instead he has a small farm.  It's too big to really be called a garden.  He planted 208 (yes, 208) tomato plants alone this year.  Not to mention the other wide variety of vegetables.  He is selling a lot of them and to no small profit, I'm sure.  Anyway.  I'm seeing a bit of Dana come out in Kyle and he is really enjoying his small garden (all we have are watermelons).  And since I really enjoy watermelons, I have no complaints about Kyle's new hobby.  I do like to tease him about it, however.  He literally checks on his watermelons 3-4 times a day.  He reads about growing them at night.  He has blue tape to mark things on the vines.  He's weeded, mulched, and built a fence to keep out the rabbits (Something I know my Grandpa Olson would appreciate).  He waters, he pollinates.  These had better be some tasty melons =)

Kyle has lost several "watermelon babies"...miscarriages, maybe? But this morning he declared that he thought he might have some melons that are going to make it.  Here are some the beloved offspring:

As a result of the "Melon Project" Kyle has plans of expanding for next year and we've started a compost pile.

Playtime!

Luke's dreams are starting to come true.  Leta is finally getting big enough to "wrestle" with him.  This has to be closely monitored, though, as their WWF session usually don't end well for poor Leta.  But she really enjoys them up to that point.

This was one of their better session.  Leta got to be on top of Luke the whole time.  She was very proud of herself.  These were actually taken on the 4th of July.

I also broke down and got them a cheap inflatable pool as it is too hot to be outside most of the time unless you're doing some sort of water playtime.

 Luke received some bat ears in the mail made by his cousin Solomon.  Is he not the cutest bat you've ever seen?

Independence Day

It's been a long time since I've blogged.  I just realized I haven't even informed anyone of our 4th of July events.  I'm sure my 3 readers are very disgruntled.

 Leta LOVES Karter.  Karter LOVES Luke.  Karter is slowly learning to tolerate Leta.  Leta can say Karter's name, but not Luke's if that tells you anything.

 Doesn't Karter have HUGE muscles?!?

 Snaps!  We quickly found that they worked better dumped out on the ground and stomped on.

We had a low key 4th of July.  Sunday evening we went to our friends house for a very yummy supper and popped off some "kid friendly" (although aren't sparklers one of the more dangerous fireworks?) fire crackers.  Monday morning we got up and headed to the Edmond Parade where we met up with the Hayes again.  No pictures from there.  Leta got a balloon that I tied to her wrist that made a very nice leash.  She didn't venture too far.  About the time she would manage to get brave, something "intimidating" or loud would go past and she would be right back in my lap.  Luke did a very good job of staying seated next to me and watching.  It was really hot (when has it NOT been really hot this summer?) and the kids ate watermelon while they sweated in the sun.  Still no nighttime fireworks for the kids again this year.  Being out all morning wore me out so I was glad we skipped fireworks that evening as I was in bed before 9:30pm.

Seen and Heard

Luke enjoyed the fireworks we set off at the Hayes'

While putting Luke to bed tonight.

Me: Remember to stay in your bed until your clock says 7.
Luke:  Mommy, Daddy is always telling me to look at my clock to see if it says 7 and to stay in my bed, but....that's just not how I roll.  I just get out of bed and go play trains.

Painting!

So apparently I married Michelangelo and this is his most recent Sistine Chapel, AKA Max's room. This is before touch ups and before clean up (obviously).  I'll post pictures when his room is all done.

Luke's Prayer

Luke's prayer was quite a lengthy one tonight and I don't remember all of it, so I can't include the whole thing, but the end went like this:

Thank you for Daddy who prays.  Thank you for Luke who prays.  Thank you for Leta who doesn't pray because she can't talk yet.  Thank you for Mommy who prays.  Thank you for God who listens and Jesus name we pray, Amen.