K beamed when she was told that she had run the bases faster than her brothers. She has reminded them of that fact more than once in the last 24 hours.
R was very serious and listened very carefully throughout the clinic. His batting was terrific.P, in his characteristic joyful style, just enjoyed the experience with little regard for any competitive aspects. My husband and I were able to sneak away Saturday for a quick overnight in Atlanta--a much needed respite after an emotional week for this 'quality time' love language gal! This morning we attended the early service at Buckhead Church before returning home to take the children out for lunch, a baseball game and some swimming.
Our children have been taken with the Olympics. Since the primetime events happen so late, I have been recording them to watch a little here and there during the day. After watching Michael Phelps (or "Felts," as R calls him) the children decided they really needed swim caps to be offical swimmers. Luckily, a kind friend overheard me talking abut how they were wearing swim diapers in lieu of the real thing and provided these great caps.Although he may not look it in the following picture, my R is extremely competitive. He frequently changes the rules of a game midstream in order to benefit himself. This evening as he and I placed second in a race across the pool against his Daddy and his siblings he cried, "No, No, No! If you come in second in swimming you are the real winner. First place isn't the winner--only second!" I explained to him that that was not how it works and he cried, 'BUT, MO-OM! I LIKE TO WIN ALL THE TIME!" I know, bud...I absolutely adore Fall and am ready for some cooler temps...but oh, Summer, we are going to miss you!