Noah's turning seven...

So on Sunday we had my side of the family over for an unofficial birthday celebration for Noah's seventh. Noah , Rylan, Sofia and I spent most of Saturday finishing Noah's birthday cake. The kids even managed to keep the secret of the cake until the big reveal.

My Dad and step-mother Marge. (Photo by Noah!)
Noah opening his gifts with the help of Camden, Rylan, Sofia, Connor and Colin.


My Dad got Noah a fancy ball cap with bright lights in the bill. He loves it! Great gift Dad :)

Connor and Ry had their own table for dinner and desert.


Surprise we rainbowed the inside of Noah's birthday cake.

Gymnastics...

So Noah and Rylan have spent the last eight weeks hoping for Monday. Why Monday? Because on Monday the boys are in gymnastics. Noah is a bit more flexible, and a lot less fearful so it is a great fit for him. His instructor even pulled me aside to tell me that Noah has a lot of potential and that he really should be in a progressive class. Noah can lay on his belly and touch the flat of his feet to the back of his head. Wow! So a progressive class is our next step for Noah. Rylan loves gymnastics as well, but Rylan is a cautious little boy, and the recklessness needed to flip backwards over nothing more than his instructors arm. Well Rylan doesn't have it.

This is their class. Minus a few kids who missed for Presidents Day!

Valentines...

So I hear all the talk about Valentines. How it it just a Hallmark holiday. But is it so bad to take one day out of a 365 day period to celebrate being a couple. We did, and I made Wade pose for a picture.

Our Ballerina...

So Sofia hasn't taken to ballet like a duck to water. Mostly because she is apparently very shy. And the other little girls are just way to terrifying to be dealt with by any other means than complete hysteria. After our first class, I was dreading going back. After all at our first class, a mere hello by a teeny tiny three year old girl sent my baby hiding behind my legs with tears streaming down her little face. Luckily the final activity at Sofie's first ballet class was kicking bubbles. And she loved kicking bubbles. It was shocking to see how high such a tiny body could kick. So as we were walking to our second class, I waited for the tears to start. All the way to the gym I watched for signs of tears - Nothing. Walked into the room - Nothing. We made it through the whole class without shedding a single tear. She still shyed from the other little girls. Sitting a little off to the side or making sure none of them stood to close at the bar. But she smiled at them and said hi. And she twirled and did all her other little dance moves. So we left our second class happy. The both of us...

Sofia, Meadow, Alyssa and Laura at the bar.