At 11:24 am, Crosby Fox turned 2 years and 28 weeks old!!! This week has been an interesting one. A few new firsts for Crosby. A LOT of new...how do I put it nicely... "attitude" from our little, precious, angel!!! Whew. He has been a spit fire this week! But I will get to that...
Wednesday we headed to OCC for a church family picnic. Crosby was super excited about the fact that there would be a "jump jump" to play on We could barely get the boy to sit and eat a single bite because he just HAD to get to the "jump jump." He could think of nothing else! Fortunately for him, all of his pals were headed that way so we joined them. Food is overrated...right?
"YES!!! I am in!!!"
100% genuinely happy boy...
Just love seeing Lucas flying through the air!!!
Looking so sweet... Emphasis on the word "looking"...
First sno-kone. By they way...where are snow cone places anymore?? Do they even exist? What I would give for a Snow Biz on a day like today with a 115 degree heat index...
Our church is building an addition to the church that will house the children's classrooms and the preschool. We were asked to write a prayer/blessing on the floor of that building. So sweet. I asked Crosby what he wanted to draw. One guess...
Yep...
That is a car wash! Not sure that is what they had in mind...
And of course we had to sit on a piece of construction equipment before we could go home!
Since Blake was off on Saturday, we wanted to do something fun as a family. Blake thought it sounded like a great idea to take Crosby fishing on the Harpeth River. I was unsure, but agreed. You just never know with this 2.5 year old...
Blake took his pole and I took the camera. I was thinking we were going to walk up to a small river, stand on a bank and fish. I was thinking I might get a little wet. You know, maybe to my knees. That is what I thought I was agreeing to. Yea. I was wrong! We had to cross the small river that was waist deep to get to the bank we were going to stand on. So much for only getting my feet wet. And did I mention I am NOT a fan of water that does not allow me to see my feet? I sucked it up for the sake of the experience and trudged through that nasty water. Crosby could have cared less if he could or could not see his feet. He only cared that his feet were touching the ground. But more on that later too...
Here are the boys. One with rod in hand. One wading through the water...
Blake actually did catch a fish. Of course I left the camera up the bank and missed the moment. Crosby actually touched his first fish and I can't even prove it! Oh well. I did get pictures of him floating down there river. A nice hard rain the day before had the water moving pretty quickly! Pretty fun...
I promise Blake is in the top left corner of that picture, ready to catch the floating babe. See. You can see his yellow shirt when I zoom in on the picture...
I promise releasing him in the water was not as far nor as dangerous as it looks!!! Actually, he was as happy as a lark...
That was until he got to Blake and his feet couldn't touch the ground for quite a while...
Then what has been happening A LOT this past week started again. Kicking. Screaming. Crying. Yelling. Demanding. Just about anything ugly you can think of was happening in this picture...
There was no rationalizing that "the water is up to Daddy's chest and your feet cannot touch" business. It was just hysteria. Oh yeah. We timed out on the bank. We popped the ole leg. Nothing was stopping this boy from going crazy. So we had to follow through with the threat to pack things up and leave. Granted we had to get right back in to cross the river to get back to the car. We looked like the Beverly Hillbillies leaving the Harpeth. Whoa. Who would have thought a trip to the river could turn so sour so fast!
***Sort of disclaimer...In case you haven't noticed, I try my hardest not to speak negatively about Crosby on here. Not because I want the world to think I have a perfect family. But because I can remember what it was like to desperately want him in my life. I remember how hard it was to hear folks complain about their kiddos. I just don't want to be that mom. Let me just clarify that I am absolutely in love with my wild boy and would not trade him for the world!!!***
Okay, now that I have that off my chest...Crosby may or may not have hit what some folks like to call "the terrible twos." Now, I wouldn't go as far as to say that he is in the terrible twos because most of the time, he is a complete ham that is so much fun to be around. But when things go awry, they go there fast!
Like Sunday afternoon. When Blake got another grand idea! Let's take Crosby to the soccer fields (at 7:30...bedtime) and kick soccer...
I think the happiness lasted all of 5 minutes. Here is one of them...
At least he actually kicked the ball rather than throwing it! Progress...
But he preferred standing next to the goal post and banging on it...
And watching the big guys play on the adjacent field...
Then he was done. No more pictures...
The "I am done with this" face...
Yea. He was done alright. He asked for water once. I realized it was in the car. Went to get it and he threw another one of those Beverly Hillbillies fits that makes you just want to crawl in a hole. Let's hope the Manchester United recruiters weren't there watching in the distance. Blake's new dream of moving to England because Crosby was asked to play for their 12 and under club team may have just died.
And tonight, we celebrated a birthday with someone special...
You got it! Pop's 30th was today. Oh. No. Maybe that is Justin who will be 30 on the 20th of this month. Yea. I think I have that confused. Well. It really was Pop's birthday. And we all met for dinner at J. Alexanders...
And just for the occasion, Crosby managed to have a fit free night! What a relief! Pop doesn't realize just how wonderful of a gift that was...
Have I ever mentioned how much I love my boy? ;-)
