Hide and Seek

We played hide and seek one morning. Adults get sick of the game about five minutes in, but kids could play for hours and hours. It would be more fun if she would hide somewhere besides the garage. I finally made the rule that you can't hide in the garage anymore. Too easy.

It was more entertaining once I pulled out the camera.

I'm hiding over here...she's going to look in the garage. There are other places to hide besides the garage, Avery.

Like, behind the couch,

Or behind the bike.

This is the face you get when you stop playing hide and seek.

I found some teeth!

Boy in Crib

I didn't realize this with Avery, but the crib stage doesn't last forever.

(hey there's me!)

So when Evan woke up from his morning nap, I went to get some cute pictures of him in his crib environment.

Yikes. He was grumpy. I think he's getting a tooth or something. He was mad.

I picked him up and cuddled him, but he pushed me away. He would rather pout it out with his blanky and pillow.

Now he wants his mommy.

I love this crazy kid.

Check Your Stock Quotes

The morning before the interview, "something" told Jimi to check Allegiant's stock quotes.

At the end of one of the portions of the interview, they were standing and shaking hands. The chief pilot asked Jimi,

"is Allegiant a publicly owned company?"

"yes"

"what's our stock quote?"

(without skipping a beat),

"40.98"

(the chief pilot, waving his hand),

"get out of here..."

I love that story.

Egg Hunt

I'm Not a Baby!

For two days, Avery was all set on being a "big girl" - that is, she used the toilet and wore nakey bum or undies. But alas, day three came, and she wanted to wear baby diapers again.

So that's the end of that for now.

Do you want to hear a gross "potty training" story? It involves poop.

Ok then...you scrolled down...it's your own fault...

Avery was nakey bum. She still hadn't mastered the pooping part, and a log landed on the floor.

Then Oakley came along and ate it.

Ha ha ha ha! That dog should be ashamed of herself.

Ground School

Studying the MD80

"What's that?"

"The FMS*."

"Oh, yeah."

"What's that?"

"The hydraulic indicator*."

"Ha ha, oh yeah."

"Whaaaaat'sssss that!"

"The altimeter*."

"Oh..."

*words I made up but sound like they might be right

Things I'm Sick Of

Dresses.

It's all she wears. And we have a bunch of cute new shorts for the summer season.

Crawling.

Dirty hands, dirty knees, carrying him everywhere, carrying him all the time, carrying him to the car, having my hands full carrying him.

Fun Times

Ever since Avery moved out of her crib, either Jimi or I have to lay by her until she falls asleep. She cries and comes downstairs if we try to leave when she isn't fully asleep yet. It makes bedtime a drag because instead of enjoying the child-free hours at night, we find ourselves staring at the ceiling waiting for her to drift off.

This week I finally decided enough was enough. I lay by her and explained that she needed to rest up because tomorrow we were going to go do -fill in the blank- fun thing. And she needed to fall asleep all on her own like a big girl.

For three nights now she has fallen asleep on her own. Why didn't I do this 3 months ago? I don't know. Parenting doesn't come with a manual. (yes it does. there are sections in libraries and bookstores with thousands of books on the subject.)

Here are some fun things we did that we needed to "rest up" for:

They should name this fun place "Little Boy Heaven".  

(one of Avery's favorite friends, Callie)

or "Hair Raising Good Time",

but it's called "Run Plus Fun". (dumb name if you ask me)

I spy Evan.

This place is so perfect because it's all netted in and padded, so crawlers can pretty much do whatever they want without their mothers hovering the whole time.

Then yesterday we went and played with Sammy at Towne Square.

I had to hover the whole time at this place.

Mr. Bowtie

Too Many Diapers

When I get the kids ready for a bath, I chant "naked baby! naked baby!" while carrying Evan to the tub. It's my prayer that he won't pee on me.

This one needs a cuddle.

Kitties

 

This is the End

Jimi heads in to turn in his badge at Vision Airlines.

He came out singing The Doors song, "this is the end...my only friend, the end..."

I don't want to leave the impression that Vision Airlines was a bad idea and experience for us. In reality, they were crucial to Jimi's career. We had some good times along the way.

Sure they lack business and HR sense, but they hired Jimi when he had a mere 200 hours. That is a miracle, and we would be ingrates not to acknowledge what a blessing this job was for us.

But it's good to be out. Really good.

Here are some pictures of good times:

Jimi's dad checking out the cockpit.

I acted nonchalant in this picture on purpose. Look at that scenery!

(actually, Jimi has says he doesn't think the GC is pretty anymore. it just exists.)

My mom and dad came on a tour. We had to fly on a different airplane without Jimi as our pilot on the way home. Me and my mom were scared.

The Kelvingtons came once...

The Masons also came on a tour once. I want to revisit this story from that trip:

We also saw Ken "my ball" the flight attendant. (About a year ago, Brandon and Emily came on the tour with us. While we were boarding, Abbey stood up to go sit with Emily, and in a Dramamine induced stupor, stumbled and somehow hit Ken's jewels. He then fell to his knees and cried out in pain, mixed with an Asian accent, "my ball!".)

Side note: there is a pilot at Vision whose name is Ken Ball. Whenever Jimi would tell a story about one of the Kens, I would have to clarify: "Ken Ball or Ken My Ball?"

Incidentally, Ken Ball got hired with Allegiant too.

As I was typing this blog, the baby monitor made that noise when a cell phone is about to ring. Jimi looked up and said, "I don't dread that noise anymore!"

We know that his day off can't be interrupted with a call from Vision anymore. Yesssss.