Father's Day was low-key (just the way Brad likes it), and we just basically let him sleep, went mini golfing as a family (the kids' 1st time), and had a nice dinner at the Outback Steakhouse. I wish I could tell you that everything went smooth, but we mini golfed on a hot, sunny, busy afternoon in the middle of tourist season in Virginia Beach. Serenity caught on to the game, and actually did fairly well, but Strider's idea of mini golf was to chuck the ball multiple times until it got in the hole. LOL. You can't teach a 2 1/2-year-old to precisely and patiently hit the ball with a funny-looking stick (**It's a ball! Why can't I throw it?!**). LOL. Well, he ended up chucking it into the bushes, after we told him multiple times not to throw it, and that was that. If we didn't feel so rushed to play through, due to the players before and after us, and it wasn't in the blazing hot sun, I think we would have had more success, but all in all, I think the kids still enjoyed themselves. Brad might have been a little frazzled, but hey(!), isn't that what Father's Day is all about, to remind you of ALL the "joys" of fatherhood, including uncooperative children? (**smile**)
|Homemade Father's Day gift|
|Strider: I chucked the ball, now I go get it!|
Brad's birthday was another low-key event. He and I had lunch and a matinee movie, and then we celebrated at home with a candle in a cheesecake (his favorite), and the kids, my mom, and I singing "Happy Birthday".
Serenity's birthday was more of a bigger endeavor. A Frozen-theme party for my munchkin turning "4"! We were blessed with local friends coming to our house to help us celebrate. I had to walk a fine line between trying to make it special for her, without really stressing myself out. I think I actually succeeded, for once! Of course, it was only done with the much-needed help of Daddy and Grandma (my mom), and an assist from our friends, Brooke and Jorgen. Serenity declared it the "best birthday ever!", so I call it mission accomplished.
|Serenity and Strider with their buddies, Erin and Carter|
|I made Olaf out of fondant|
|Grandma made her an Elsa cape|
|Mommy and Daddy got me a ridiculously large dollhouse!|
|Strider had fun too!|
|Serenity's birthday cake in NC|
|Gram, Aunt Nita & the Felts|
|Grandma & the munchkins|
|Cooling off in the shade|
|Having fun with the hose|
|Serenity took this great picture of the ladies|
While we were in NC, we ended up buying an RV. Say what?? More on that, in a later post (it ain't for vacation! Yikes!!). Stick with the Felts', folks. It's an adventure! (**smile**)
|2006 Heartland Bighorn|
In addition to all the festivities, and crazy RV buying, Brad officially transitioned out of the Navy, after 10 years of service. It was a rough transition, at first, for all of us (emotionally, mentally, physically), for him especially, but I think we're finally in a normal groove. We still working on getting new (non-military) doctors for Brad and the kids, and adjusting to the new (and now paying) health insurance. Brad grew a goatee (which I think suits him), and now he's not required anymore to get a haircut every two weeks. I was expecting him to fully "rebel" and turn into Grizzly Adams, but thankfully that didn't happen. LOL. He's been busy with fixing things up at home, looking for jobs, and prepping for an eventual move to NC.
The kids are doing great. Serenity is smart, funny, sensitive, and compassionate, but it's tough being 4. Processing the whole "growing up" and being more aware of handling the thoughts, and emotions, and well, let's just say that not more than 2 days go by without tears of some sort. It's an exhausting, frustrating phase at times, but it's a good opportunity for us grown ups to practice patience and understanding. Her latest thing has been about not wanting to go to school. I'm not sure how it started, but apparently, she wants to leave daycare and go to "big kid school". I think she sees it in the tv shows she watches? I really think a preschool, with other kids her age, would be awesome for her, but I am hesitant to break her and Strider up, and of course having her leave the safe, awesome confines of Miss Tina's place. I was going to wait until the NC move (whenever that is), but sometimes kids have other ideas. Best laid plans, right? So, I think a little preschool "shopping" in the local area may be in order very soon. Ugh. I hate changing something that works fine (if ain't broke...). It makes me want to poke my eye out with a dull spoon.
Lately, my favorite, loving saying for Strider is "you are such a boy!". My mom chalks it up to different kids, and different personalities, but I really think some of it is a little genetic predisposition. It is "cars and trucks" all day, every day. If you put a NASCAR race on, he is good to go for at least a half hour before he starts getting antsy. He requests to watch a car race on tv everyday. Did I mention that none of us in the house is into racing at all? LOL. He likes to "wrassle" (wrestle), shove, push, and climb all over you. He's much rougher and rambunctious than his big sister. Most of the time, we're telling him to settle down, or "go easy". I admit that we're more lax, with him being the second child. LOL. But he's such a happy, cheerful, fun-loving boy with an infectious giggle. He is "Joy" with a capital "J", and doesn't always understand when he's in trouble. We're working on it though. As always, parenthood is a work in progress. His vocabulary is now expanding by leaps and bounds, and he's incredibly proud of the fact that he can now jump with both feet off the ground. (**smile**)
Oh, and I forgot to mention that Serenity had 6 weeks of her first swimming lessons at the local Y (it went well), and Strider is now in the beginning stages of potty training (he's excited). Strider also had his crib converted to a toddler bed. Anything else I want to cram in my life for a 6-week period?!? No, I think that is quite enough. (**whew**) Well, this got long (again). I'm doing my best to keep up with everything.... to plan what I can, to organize where I can, and at times, to throw my hands up in the air, and hope to heck that everything works out well. It usually does. Gotta keep the faith, right?
|Strider excited about his big boy bed!|
|Look, Mom! I can float!!|