What is that saying?

Adventure:  Something you'd rather be telling the story of than experiencing.

I feel like that applies to parenting, especially in the Summer.

This Summer, most days haven't been truly terrible, but each one of them has had at least one hour that I would just love to run out on, and tell the story of later, without having to get through it.

Like yesterday.  It wasn't too bad a day, but by 3:30, I'd kicked the kids out to the back yard for 'outside play time'.  Things went downhill from there.  Jack turned on the hose.  I turned it off.  Lillian and Jack played in the mud created by the hose.  I bathed them, asking Roland to take Anthony to his room and play with him.  Roland soon yelled that the baby was poopy and leaking on the floor.  I called for Molly to watch him in the tub, making sure that Anthony didn't drown while I cleaned up Roland's room.

Anthony threw up a little after being cleaned up, which I attributed to him eating soap.  It was a precursor however, of things to come.

We managed to have dinner (Wesley had to work late), and get out the door.  I left Roland behind, and instructed Lillian to not let Jack fall asleep on the way to the library.  By the time I looked back 2 minutes later, Lillian herself was asleep.  We woke her up to go inside the library.

We met a friend, and Jack soon started playing in the sensory table in the Discovery room.  He has played in this rice filled box with 'dinosaur bones' underneath a lot, so at this point he has just started throwing the rice.
I realize, we have to leave, because I cannot make him stop doing this, and when I pick up Anthony, I realize he has a fever.  (Which really explained the vomiting).

Later that, I saw my friend at church, and her baby had a fever (they'd inadvertently shared a bottle).  Nothing like spreading the joy around!              

How old is Anthony?

Yesterday my littlest turned one.  We just did a little song for him...He was amazed by all those voices directed at him.  The camera got left at church last week (Please please be findable!) so I don't have a photo, though some sisters took pictures, so maybe they'll be forthcoming.

Anthony and his cousin Will have been so cute to watch together...we'll miss him so much now that he is returning to VA.

At one:

Anthony is taking several steps, falling, then standing back up and walking again.  So he is making that transition from toddler to walker.

He is in the 22nd percentile for height and 33rd for weight.  He is not one of my bigger babies!

He says some words...Hi, dad, uh-oh, Lillian, ba *(sometimes means 'bye').

He opens and closes his hands when we do 'Sunbeam' or 'Popcorn popping'.  He is very excited by his musical contribution.

He loves to clap and laugh.

He drinks only cows' milk, and lots of it!

He likes to eat our table food, and in the tradition of my kids, loves sweets and fruit.

He is completely essential to us.