Shortly after we put him to bed tonight George came back out. He said he wanted to sing “Sunshine.” Bridget started singing “You are My Sunshine,” but George stopped her and said he wanted to sing. So he sang the song, and sang, “You’ll never know, Mommy, Daddy, Baby Glen, how much I love you, oh please don’t take my sunshine away.” It was really sweet.
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George just came out of his room and said, “Good morning.” I said, “Good morning, George. How are you?” His response was, “I’m, uh, awake.”
I know exactly how he feels…
Well, I survived the first day of the semester. Today I had Data Structures and Algorithms, Calculus III, Physics for Scientists and Engineers, and Basic Photography.
When I dropped the boys off at day care this morning Glen promptly spit up on his teacher. Apart from that they seemed to have had an okay day, though.
A couple of days ago Bridget suggested that we go bowling. Neither of us had been bowling for years, even though we’d been talking about going since before we were married. So we put the kids in the van and drove to the bowling alley.
George loved bowling! We had the bumpers up for him and got him a ramp, and he rolled his ball down the ramp. He also “helped” Bridget bowl. Out of the three of us (Bridget, George and me) George got the highest score.
After we bowled we played pool, air hockey and a few arcade games. George loved pool – his version consists of rolling the balls into the pockets by hand.
When we were finished playing we ate dinner at the diner inside the bowling alley. While we were there we put Glen in a high chair and propped him with blankets, which he seemed to enjoy.
Today (July 24th) was Pioneer Day, a Utah state holiday celebrating the arrival of the pioneers in the Salt Lake Valley. The closest city to us where there were going to be fireworks was Fairview, so we drove there and watched the fireworks. Last year George was scared to death of fireworks, but this year he seems to mostly be okay with them. He got scared at first because of the noise and said, “Let’s go home!” But pretty soon he calmed down and enjoyed the show, and when we got home he was disappointed we weren’t going to see more fireworks.
Earlier George, who is three, and I went to Kent’s (a local grocery store) to get some hamburger for dinner. When I was strapping George into his carseat he found a die and told me it was a dinosaur tooth. When we got to the store he insisted on bringing his “dinosaur tooth” in with him.
Kent’s has a couple of smaller grocery carts with little plastic cars at the front for kids to sit in. We got one of those carts, got the hamburger, and went to the checkout.
While we were at the checkout George started talking to the cashier, and got out of the car to show her his “dinosaur tooth.” She asked him for more information about it, and he gave her all kinds of details. The whole conversation was really cute. It would have been even cuter if George hadn’t had his hand on his crotch the whole time.