Church and Ice Cream

One of the DMACC XC runners really can't wait . . .

. . . Two of the XC runners really can't wait . . . Good to know these road side stops exist for the future . . .

The girls finish helping at church . . .

They looked both ways, but are in a hurry because . . .

It's time for ice cream!

Mindy noticed they all hold their spoons differently . . .

Silly Dad, we're as individual as our ice creams.

I was just looking at your clothes . . . never mind . . .

I bonked my head . . .

I dressed myself . . .

Brielle: Dad you're not really going to post this, are you?

The girls go to their meet the teacher night pre-school.

Rianne, are you coming to school with me?

I don't know if I'm ready. I feel like this is a big step.

 

I don't think the backpack will fit in the car seat . . .

I can still try.

Mom! We're in school!

It's just meet the teacher, pay the school night, silly. . . where did Rianne go?

I've never cooked for this  many people before . . .

 

It's . . .

Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time!

Push . . .

Push harder!

Oh, brother . . .

Ice cream!

Post ice-cream bath . . .

 

See you next week!

Divide and Conquer, Dad Takes Two for the Morning

I'm pulling you as high as I can!

Fly free!

Okay, maybe you'll get more mileage out of tapping those red slippers together.

Rianne, I'll sit on your lap!

No, Brielle, I'll sit on your lap!

I'm the king of the world! (Queen)

Bummer, bottom of the slide.

Ready, set, . . .

Go!

I got you!

 

A little library time . . .

The force between the magnet of one train car and the other train car is M1 M2 over r squared.

 

Triplets at the PetSmart . . .

Triplets at the PetSmart.

Breaking in the scooters . . .

So...Teagan has the scooter thing down...

I told you I'd beat you!

Mindy and Kinzie supervise the putting away of the bikes.

 

Oh man, get my helmet off . . .

Okay . . . my head's still there.

We're sleepy.

Teagan wants the blue ball . . .

Really wants the blue ball!

And disaster is averted.

Daddy, your hair's a mess, I need to brush it.

Hmmm . . . Guess I better get used to this. Seeya next week!