Golf, Shmolf

Mom and Dad signed me up for a golf camp a couple of weeks ago and let me just say, I wish they hadn't.  It was for three hours every morning for a week!  So long!  The first day was awful and I wouldn't even play for the first hour.  It got better after that, but I sure didn't love it.  The last day was pretty bad too because I couldn't make the ball go where it was supposed to, so I just stopped playing.  And then when Mom came to pick me up, I started crying.  Yeah, good times.  My favorite part of the camp was snack time.

But here are a few pics Mom took of me that weren't during the first or last hour of camp.  We started every day playing sharks and minnows.

Practicing my putt:

We wore helmets to make sure we didn't whack ourselves in the head while practicing our long drives.

And while I was trying to hit a ball that didn't want to be hit, this is what Sydney got to do.

There was a playground at the park where my golf camp was, so she actually liked golf camp.

Bellevue Botanical Garden

Since Ty is having some trouble keeping this blog updated, I'll step in for a bit.  We went to the Bellevue Botanical Garden a couple of weekends ago.  It was very pretty with lots of shade for a hot day.  Ty was fascinated by these towers of rocks near the entrance. 

One of the many pictures of plants Dada took.  I'll spare you the rest.  He was in botanical heaven scoping out possible plants to add to our yard.

Ty was quite the photographer's dream that day.  He wanted his picture taken everywhere and he smiles for every one.

Mom and Ty:

Playing my favorite game of peek-a-boo:

Some bonding time.   I'm usually not too big on holding hands, but sometimes Ty can be persuasive.

Might as well keep the trend going with Dada:

Looking up at a tree that's missing it's top:

What a cool bridge!  They had just opened it a few weeks before we got there.  It crossed a really deep ravine.

It was a little weird crossing it because you could feel it bouncing underneath you.  It freaked Ty out at first, but he got used to it.

Of course, nothing phases me (except loud noises which send me into a fit of tears)--not even the huge drop off the side.

More of Mr. Photogenic:

And here's what I got to do when I got tired of walking around:

I LOVE my stroller.  I wonder what fun place we'll get to explore next!

Low Tide

We went to low tide at Seahurst Beach again this year and this time I got to explore in the water instead of hanging out in the Snugli the whole time like last year.  The beach is so fun!  I got to touch slimy green stuff.

And break this slimy brown ball.

And splash in the freezing cold water.  My boots kept my feet from getting cut up, but they didn't keep out the water.  It sloshed right in there cuz I went too deep.  But I didn't mind.

I got to touch a hermit crab.

And a huge pretty purple starfish.

Ty didn't want to explore with us at first.  He had fun playing in this little creek at the top of the beach.  (see what I mean about the boots.  The water was too deep for them.)

But after lunch Ty decided that exploring the beach might be fun too.  I'm sure glad he walked around with us because he found some cool shells.

Yeah, there's nothing like running around on a beach full of seaweed

and chasing after your big brother.

I'm a Rockhound!

I'm playing t-ball and my team is the Rockhounds.  But and let me be honest, I don't like t-ball.  I hated my first practice and didn't want to go back, but Mom and Dad won't let me quit something after just one try.  Sometimes I wish they wouldn't make me try so many things.  T-ball hasn't been as bad as that first practice, but I still think it's boring.  I stand around a lot.

We had our first game last week.  We didn't win.  But we didn't lose either, because in t-ball, you don't keep score.  Everyone gets to bat one time each inning and each person runs one base at a time.

Here I am playing third base.  Can you tell it's super exciting?

It's much more fun when I get to bat and run.  I like wearing the helmet when I bat, although it feels like it's going to fall off when I run, which is why I sometimes have to slow down on my way to a base and hold it on.

Ready to run home.  Actually, I don't usually know when I'm supposed to run.  Mom just told me to get ready.  Normally, I just stand on the base until the coaches (or my parents) start yelling at me to run. 

Here's a super short video of me running home.

Maybe t-ball will get more exciting once we all get better at it.  I like my mitt, but I don't like to play catch because the ball doesn't always land in my mitt.  I really like hitting, but I only get to do that two or three times during practice or a game.  Like I said, a lot of doing nothing.  At least we've had nice weather so far for every game and practice.  And we get snacks after the game.  Go Rockhounds!

Love Note from Ty

DER MOM

I LUVY

VEREM

UHS

ANDON

TFRGT

Translation:

Dear Mom, 

I love you very much and don't forget.

Happy 4th of July!

Fourth of July was awesome this year!  Mom and Dad didn't think Sydney would be able to stay up late enough and watch a fireworks show at a park (and they didn't want to get stuck in all the crowds), so we bought some fireworks of our own and went to my friend Luke's house to set them off. 

Even though fireworks are illegal in my neighborhood, Dad showed me some simple ones before we left home.  These started out look like a thick circle and when you lit them, they turned into long black snakes.

And once they cooled, you could smash them into dust.

At Luke's house we had a BBQ (although I was too busy playing all night and refused to eat).  Then we set off some smoke bombs. 

Check out my smoke dance.

The smoke bombs were cool, but they should have been called stink bombs.

Once it got a little darker, Sydney started getting really tired.  Mom drove her around for half an hour, but she refused to fall asleep.  So we lit off our fireworks when the sun started going down.  We set up blankets and chairs in the front yard and got ready for the action.

Luke's neighbors around the corner were setting off big fireworks that went high in the sky.  They were really cool.

And really loud.

Ours were a little smaller, but still super fun to watch.

My favorite was one I had picked out all by myself.  It was an army truck.  Dad even let me light it myself.  Sparks came shooting out of the headlight, then the car actually drove, an then it had sparks coming out of its rockets.  Awesome!!!!

A bunch of the fireworks went high in the air and had a parachute come out of them.  The kids all raced to see who could catch the falling chute.  I caught one, but Sydney tore it up.

Traditional sparklers.

Sydney wasn't a huge fan of the fireworks.  She thought they were too loud and kept covering her ears.  She spent most of the time with her head on Mom's shoulder covering her ears (although in this pic she happens to be cuddling with Dad).

I asked Mom when the next fourth of July is and she said not for a whole year!  What?!  So I guess it's going to be a while before I get to light off those super awesome fireworks again.