Melting

Oh Deven.  I can't wait to see what / who he will be when he grows up.  First pic is him peeling paint off the wall during quiet time at dance this week and second, us at the Silvertips game Saturday.  He knows how to push all my buttons but then he gives me that smile, randomly tells me he loves me and I can't help but melt.

Clifford the Tiny Red Dog

Deven's preschool class has the chance to take a little Clifford home for a week, take him places and photograph him (Gnome style).  This all is to be documented thoroughly into a journal that has been compiled by each 'student' from the beginning of the school year.  With the work week at a close Nick and I felt we better get this show on the road. Saturday Clifford came to observation week at dance class, our weekly visit to the nearest Mexican restaurant for dinner and helped cheer on the Silvertips as we enjoyed another game in my boss's AWESOME seats.  Sunday we decided to take the whole family (and Clifford) to the Museum of flight. 

I really think we did Clifford a solid.  I mean what other kiddo is going to give Clifford the opportunity to eat street tacos and pose for a picture in Air Force One.  These photos are currently being printed at Walgreen's as Nick and I complete the first of what I am sure will be many last minute school projects before the Monday deadline.

First bike ride

This is one hand-me-down we are sure Tova is enjoying.  Nick took Tova for his first bike ride last month.  He said she had a smile plastered on her face but was completely silent not even caring that snot was rolling down her chin. :). An athlete in the making.

Keeping it real

 

I felt we needed a January wrap up of Tova doing her thing.  Fashion'ista, pajama lover, whipped cream addict and high heel shoe wear'er.  She's a dare devil but will not hesitate to plead for IIIIIICCCCCCCEEEEE...when she...thinks about ice.  Helicopters, stars, the moon, purple, banana eggs, and berries are all her other favorite things right now.

Seeeeeeaaaaahawks!!

When I was little...I couldn't have been older than 8...I was being a snot (yes I know, hard to believe) and I told my dad that football was stupid because it was just a bunch of guys throwing around a leather ball.  I have NO idea where I got this from and I'm certain I was just saying it to irritate him.  Well after I became a cheerleader in junior high and was on dance team in high school and college and became more familiar with the game, its rules and athletes I have since changed my mind about the whole thing.  Don't get me wrong I am no die hard, I don't know every team members name, stats or when the games are on unless I remember to look them up but I have respect for the game and admire people's passion.

Speaking of passion we have two very passionate kiddos who I feel confident will not be telling Nick or me that football is stupid. 

Our tv is generally not on when the kids are awake unless its Pandora, sports or mom and daddo just need a "moment". However, because it is (was) football season the tv has been tuned in for all the games.  Tova is an avid football fan.  Nick and her watch together and she actually watches and says "yaaayyyy" and "awwwwee" at seemingly the right times.  She may be able to help me with the technicals when she learns to talk.

The kid's school actually had a classroom contest to decorate and as a result when Tova sees a football, football player, a football logo or anything resembling anything about football she says, "Seeeeehawks"!!  It's down right adorable.  Deven?  He can pretty much tell you who is playing, what their position is and then will let you know that when he's older he will teach them how it's really done.  Deven is not without confidence.  He did accidentally mix up the violin player from Dave Matthew's band with Richard Sherman but...I can see that...

 

Nick was the super dad I know and love and got the parade day off of work.  We told Dev the night before and he literally did a jig around the kitchen.  Excited.  The boy had a 5am wake up call which is about 45 precious minutes earlier then usual but except for one minor melt down as they waited for the festivities to begin he was, in Nick's word, "awesome".  A feat to be sure.  The boys met up with our good friends Chip and Charlie and had a blast.

So. Hawk mania in the Johnston house, in pictures.  I may get more off of Nick's phone later but here are the goodies from mine.