Memorial Day Weekend

I wanted to see the fireworks at the Celebration at the Station event, but several things changed my mind. The fact that Jack really starts heading for nighttime at 7:30, and that the forecast had the possibility for thunderstorms, and I had a pork tenderloin marinating that I wanted to cook. I stayed home and did some work in the yard.

After Jack's nap Mom came outside with the boy, followed by Madeline and Terra. What a fun evening. All four sat down in the freshly trimmed yard and talked about the day, the girls' new outfits, and how silly Jack is because he does not like the grass to touch his feet. Mom got the camera and shot some adorable pictures of the girls climbing in and jumping out of the tree.

Then we sat around the patio and talked about the silly things the girls did when they were babies which they both loved. The girls even ate the tenderloin. Following dinner the girls got back in the tree and climbed as high as they could go. "I did it." I heard Terra say. I looked and she was precariously high in the tree. "Don't say anything," I told Mom. "If we say anything, she'll loose her confidence and fall, break her arm, then not go swimming all summer."

"Dad, I can't get down." OH crap, I thought. Terra was so high. I spoke harshly to her, like I was annoyed because I didn't want to make her think I wasn't 100% confident she couldn't get down safely by herself. She finally found the right footing and made her way down the tree. My gosh, I breathed deeply, what a relief.