Peter, Traci & Hudson at our house during Christmas
Grandpa Oh No (Bob) and Jackson, stuffing his face. Bob became a one-liner, when he kept saying, "Oh No!" to the boys during one visit to WI. Then Sam started calling him Grandpa Oh No.
Grandpa Oh No, Jackson and mom reading Jackson's Seattle book. I'm sure that Jackson was reading it to them. He loves to point out where everyone's work is located.
Jackson, Sam and Hudson in the lobby of our hotel in Leavenworth.
Peter and Hudson at our house
So this was our first Christmas spent in Seattle. We've decided to make our annual trip in the summer, when it's not ice cold outside. Anyway, lucky for us, my mom and Bob decided to come out for a couple of weeks. They arrived on the last day of school for the boys and left the day they had to go back to school. It was perfect. Traci and Peter were in town as well. And we even all made an overnight trip to Leavenworth to see Michelle.
Jackson had been talking a lot about his teacher, Ms. Fitch. He would "talk to her" at our house, saying, "Ms. Fitch, I'm going to write your name on the board." Or, "Ms. Fitch, you're going to go off the earth!" He never really told me why he would say these things. Then one night, I went into his room to cover him up after he fell asleep and I came across this. Jackson had written Ms. Fitch's and Chloe's names on his board and given both of them a lot of check marks. Jackson has always had a love/hate relationship with Chloe and now I guess Ms. Fitch has been added. I found out later that Ms. Fitch had taken a sticker away from Jackson one day because he was playing with it during a time when he shouldn't. Gee- he can really hold a grudge!
We started taking swimming lessons in January. Lucky for us, there was a pool that had classes for both the boys' age and for Chloe's age at the same time slot. Chloe absolutely loves swimming lessons. She gets to hang with me the entire time- since Jeff has an aversion to the water. We do fun things, play with pool toys, sing songs and jump into the air. The boys' class is a little different. They get to cling by the edge of the pool while the instructor shows them what to do and then they take turns swimming out in the open with the instructor. I think there's 4 kids to their instructor. Her name is Gwen. But then the boys get out of the pool and they stand there absolutely freezing, all hunched over, waiting for Jeff to bring them their towels. There have been a few days when the boys try to fake being sick or tired to get out of going to the cold swimming class. I guess we need to be overachiever parents for this one- they need to learn how to swim!
