Author: Luke

This is a picture of Taylor on her birthday back in 2012- throwback to our days in Virginia when we jumped over to a vineyard with some friends for a birthday.

This week was busy: Family birthday dinner with her family last weekend (Also to celebrate sister-in-law Mallory’s birthday too), birthday with friends at a local brewery on Thursday, then Logan family birthday dinner last night.

Unfortunately there were no family pictures with Taylor’s family last weekend to share. But the cousins sure are a lot of fun when they play together:

Similarly, there were no great group-shots of Taylor’s birthday dinner with Friends on Thursday.

But I did get this shot of Mercy and John (Houston’s middle child) playing on the free video games; both of them like the motorcycle game.

This moment seemed special, so for full context, I took a video as well. This stuff is gonna be worth while when these kiddos get bigger:

Then, what was really special was to do a family dinner at mom’s house last night. The summer was busy, and there has been a lot of transition, but this kind of thing is worth fighting for; the family got together for dinner, and it was great. These cousins are so special together. Lila is getting so big. Amelia and Mercy are really clicking as friends these days.

Mercy even smiled.

Everywhere I go I am surrounded by girls. As we were out back catching up on summer trips and whatnot, my mom noticed it was quiet. She went inside to find this: all the girls doing each others hair. Everywhere I go I am surrounded by girls, but this is really special. In 4 short years, Lila will go to college. With that in mind, each of these moments is really special.

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The real birthday gem this year

There are two things to point out here:

1. Our first year of marriage, Taylor kept a blog on blogspot. It was a great blog: witty, funny, charming. It was like a “public journal” (Taylor’s words describing it) just looking at some of the funny things about being married. In many ways, her boldness in keeping a blog is what inspired me to do this blog. Anyways, if you care to take a look, here is the link: http://cellardwellin.blogspot.com
2. It is hard to get an excellent, thoughtful gift for Taylor. She has set the bar so high. She is thoughtful at buying gifts for anyone. She will see something four months ahead of someone’s birthday while she is out of town somewhere, buy it, take it home, and remember to wrap it on her friend’s special day. Again, it is one of the things I love about Taylor.
   When I have to get a gift though, it doesn’t have the same level of “thoughtfulness”. This year though, I feel like I nailed it.
   That blog I listed above? I got it printed and turned into a book.

Over a 2 year period, the blog had so much content that printing it resulted in a. 3 volume set. However, we are excited to have this beauty to look on as a coffee table book for years to come.

There wasn’t a trip this week. Summer is winding down, and only a few more weeks until school starts up again. A few days ago, Rosie was not so excited about the idea; after going back-to-school shopping and picking out some pretty slick shoes, now she is pumped again.

It has just been a normal week. We got together with friends to celebrate their newest kid being born, Millie. Her story is a great one, and if you get a chance, ask Houston about it.

This group- Charles, Chad, Houston and I were roommates back in our App State days. The picture from below is from 2007.

Time with these friends is just special; we all are turning out ok. And, after a little bit of polish, we got a picture of all of our kiddos, including the newest edition:

Shortly afterwards, it descended into chaos with uncle Charles.

Why uncle? These guys have been around my life for at least 20 years; Houston for 30+ years (and we aren’t too old). So Rosie only knows them as “uncle”, and they only know me as “uncle pooks”.

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The other things

Rosie seems to have an abundance of friends everywhere, and they are sweet. They laugh. And they are getting a little older, and not having the same types of arguments as they did in kindergarten about sharing; you know what I mean, the kinds of arguments where parents have to intervene. Now, it is a little more hands off, and fun to watch the smiles.

Rosie did a dance camp last week. All the kids seem to know their moves, but the timing isn’t there. Isn’t there usually someone around snapping their fingers on tempo to keep the dancers in sync? I dunno, they have a “snapper” role like that in the dance scenes in movies.

Mercy has been a lot of fun the past several weeks too. We may be getting past the hardest time. Her personality is shining; she is learning to play by herself, and she is even smiling a bit more:

Also, at the pool, next year is gonna be great; what I mean is, Taylor and I might get back closer to the “kids can swim and they need less life-saving attention.” Mercy is on the right track, at 2, to really start swimming:

Remodel?

I’m a bit hesitant to write this as time is running short before the kids wake up, and I want to do it justice.

Our house is great. It was built in the mid 50’s, which means it is around 70 years old. Taylor wants to redo our kitchen. Again, I want to be as delicate as I can with each of these words; let’s take a step back and look at the big picture.

What I wrote about last week in our anniversary post was how the thing I love most about Taylor is how she is nice to people; this is very true. Taylor and I host well together, and it is something we enjoy. We both work towards something (A meal, good conversations, cleaning), and work as a team during those times.

An extension of that is to have a great place to host. Currently, (I think) our kitchen is fine; good lighting, large enough, good appliances, etc. It isn’t the original kitchen from the 1950s.

Taylor wants an island to make the kitchen better for hosting; and in order to add an island, a load-bearing wall needs to come down, the dining room would need to be removed, and who knows what else.

Without getting too far in the details, we both think on this differently, and that’s (mostly) fine.

What will it take to get you excited about a kitchen?

-Taylor

Since our house is 70 years old, what is the smartest way to approach it? My response was As soon as all of the other needs of the house are addressed, and we have enough in savings in case a car dies, the AC dies, the water heater goes, or anything else needs fixing. What is that amount? I don’t know. However, we have a few cracks in the plaster in the house. What causes those? Are they a big issue? Something that can be ignored? I am not a house-guy, I have no idea.

What we both agree on is that a new roof is the first need. So, this week, after a few unsuccessful attempts to claim hail damage through insurance, we are taking the steps to get a new roof.

Stay tuned.

In case you were wondering if this is a “life is perfect, marriage is so awesome all the time” post, it’s not. Yesterday was our anniversary, and neither of us woke up madly in love with each other. But we know how to connect, and talk through things. I’m just being real here.

There are 2,852 images of us together in our Amazon photos account. These are four images that are the highlights. However, there are plenty of lowlights between the images as well, and I am going to point out some of the big ones here.

We met the summer after 10th grade. Taylor was outgoing, and one of the things I liked most about her was the way she was nice to people, and had the unique ability to rally people to play a game, go to a party, etc. She still has this trait, and it’s attractive.

After this image, there was college, other boyfriends/girlfriends, etc. She moved to Elon to do Intervarsity, and after I graduated college, I moved to the Dominican Republic to teach English. This all took place over about 8 years. 8 years in the friend zone.

One Thanksgiving phone call, she said she liked me. And that was all it took.

Shortly after, I moved to where she was- in Harrisonburg, VA- with only $600 to my name. No car, no phone, and only a summer internship to go on. There was absolutely no backup plan. And no finances to rely on as a parachute.

We got married at Grace Community Church. A small part of our wedding video went viral- but I won’t go into that here.

After the wedding, we lived in Virginia for the next 3 years or so.

Taylor is so cute, and she has no idea she could do much, much better than me.

Virginia was great. We got our first house, and had lots of fun with friends. But there were definitely some low lights during that time.

I was fired from my job. I was let go of another job. This was terrifying, and I still think we both carry some PTSD from how that impacted us.

We had trouble getting pregnant with Rosie during those years. It was sad, y’all. Again, I won’t go into the details here, but the images posted are by far the highlights; but there were plenty of low-lights to tell the story between the images.

Taylor VERY shortly after having a c-section. She might kill me for posting this image up here.

We finally got to meet Rosie. At this point, we moved to NC several months before. Taylor was pregnant when we moved, and her parents let us move in for a few months while we looked for our next house.

Rosie was born, and we were house-poor. It was great though- because we really prayed and waited to meet this little girl. Again, how we got pregnant with Rosie is a long story I won’t go into now.

I was selling print advertising at the time. To this day, I can’t tell if it was because the Greensboro economy is terrible, or if I was just really bad at it, but I did not hit my “numbers” and was let go. Another lowlight.

This time, I went to see a career coach. After a barrage of personality tests, skills and interests tests, etc, she said “sales is a terrible idea for you. You should probably do IT”. So I did. And haven’t looked back: it has been very rewarding for me.

We found a church we liked. We wanted Rosie to be a big sister. There were some pregnancies that didn’t work out. There was an adoption where the mom changed her mind. We prayed a lot during that time. There were some lowlights for sure.

Mercy Ren was born in the same hospital I was. It was during Covid, so no guests were allowed. But Rosie was a big sister.

Guys, I love Taylor. I really do. But life is messy. There are plenty of hard things. So far, what I have learned is that waiting has been a theme: wait 9 years to date tay, 3 years to have Rosie, 5 years to have Mercy; 9 years to find the right career path.

We have prayed through lot’s of junk over the years. There is no other way. And l am no Prince Charming- I am grumpy without enough sleep, and need to do better about that.

At this point, I have known Taylor 23 years: this is WELL over 1/2 my life. And I know I could never marry better than her. She is a saint. She is a much better mom than I ever could have imagined. She works hard. She reads her Bible. And, just like when we were 16, she is nice to people, and I love that about her.

Though our 13th anniversary was on a Monday this year, Friday night will be date night- and both of us will wake up a little more “madly in love” than we were on Monday.

Last year we started a family tradition: A long weekend trip with just our small family. It worked out great, so we did it again this year; this time, not the beach, but the mountains. During the hottest week on record.

Question: What the heck are you supposed to do in Asheville?

Answer: Text a friend with kids who lives there, and do almost everything they recommend.

First stop on Thursday evening: A couple breweries near downtown. Burial Beer is amazing. And, the two car-cabs to climb on were a hit for Mercy.

Because it was over 90 degrees and humid and I was pushing a stroller, and Rosie didn’t feel like walking, we started with the brewery that was the LOWEST elevation and decided to go from there.

At the top of the hill- as high as we wanted to go anyways- we did get to stop at my favorite destination: the Wicked Weed Brewery.

It was funny how Rosie has really been into the song “Eye of the tiger” recently, you know, the song famous from the Rocky movies.

So, this is my blog, and I wanted to post a real-life picture of me at the top of Baltimore blvd after pushing a stroller with both Rosie and Mercy, with very low pressure in the tires:

There was an epic battle that went into a few rounds of overtime trying to get the youngest daughter to sleep. She had a strong amount of fight in her, but after almost 2 hours, everyone slept just ok.

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The Biltmore

Not gonna lie, ya’ll, it was HOT. But, this was my big ask for the trip.

I take it you have seen pics of this place before. It is where the movie Richie Rich was filmed; you know, the Disney movie about a kid who is richer than Gates and Bezos combined.

Anyways, what struck me the most was how BIG it was. Sure, this doesn’t look too big from the image- but that main door? It’s about 20 feet wide. So the SCALE is just MASSIVE.

We had a lot of fun seeing the gardens; it really was amazing. In the shade, it wasn’t too bad. Eye of the tiger, baby…

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There’s more

There were plenty more places to see downtown, but no-no; this workhorse needed a break. I seriously didn’t feel right after pushing our bob stroller around, and carting up and down those stairs that day.

We did a quick recharge in the hotel room, and even though many people have talked about going to this place, we had never actually been to the Sierra Nevada Brewery before. It didn’t disappoint.

Now that the kids were fully recharged, they were ready to: get stuck on the elevator.

Even before ordering my first drink, Taylor and I took the elevator upstairs on the two-floor world headquarters and brewery. Rosie was pushing the stroller simply because she wanted to- and learned a valuable lesson: elevator doors close if you aren’t exiting the elevator carriage. And so it did; with Mercy and Rosie inside.

They ended up going back downstairs. I sprinted down the stairs 3 steps at a time. And found a very calm, cool and collected Rosie standing with the stroller and her little sister- eyes big like she had seen a ghost- but not crying. There was hugging. And we all learned a lesson that day.

The rest of the brewery was amazing. I didn’t get enough pics to really do it just. It took a lot of re-hydrating to get back to normal after the Biltmore that morning.

Asheville has a drum circle. What does that even mean? Taylor kept talking about wanting to do- and sure, I had heard of it, but what the heck was it?

Well, we found it. All I can say is, remember to take showers and use shampoo on a regular basis:

We stayed with Nick and Lindsey the third night. They have been in the area about 5 years and live in West Asheville (it was her recommendations from the weekend that we followed). It was tons of fun seeing them. They were good friends of ours in College, and she is Taylor’s best friend since middle-school days. It is pretty solid to see Rosie make fast-friends with their daughter now as they behaved more like teenagers than little kids- in a good way- just chit-chatting and telling stories.

Oh wait, there was one more brewery: Highlands Brewery. Not as epic as Sierra Nevada, but pretty high on the list. They had an outdoor place for kids, beach volleyball, frisbee golf, and lots of other cool stuff. This post is getting pretty long, so time to wrap it up.

Once again, I was a little too wrapped up to get any good pics. Mercy was potty training, so this was a common thread throughout the weekend. Taylor, you are amazing in the patience you had for it.

Lindsey was a great host. I bonded with their younger one as we talked about Zelda: Breath of the Wild (Now I want to buy that game).

The next morning, our family was really dragging on some low energy tanks, we did a quick walk and had some breakfast from a bakery down the street from their house.

The kids were awesome together. It was sad to leave, but our potty-training mission would likely be more successful if we took it back to Greensboro.

And, as soon as we got back to Greensboro, this happened:

Rosie accidentally locked Mercy in her room. These doorknobs are about 60 years old, so they don’t play nicely. The windows were locked, so the only option was to take apart the doorknob. She was rescued before a single tear was shed.

Now, only 1 more month of summer…

How about you guys? What are you doing this summer? What are your favorite things to do in Asheville? Leave a comment below; you don’t have to enter a website, even though it asks for one.

Rosie went to her first overnight camp a few weeks ago. Some people have asked, “Is she nervous?”, or “How are you feeling about it?” or “Do you think she is ready?”

For Rosie, the answer is a resounding, “She was born for this.” What I mean by that is that she is going to crush it. She is the kind of kid that gets excited about crafts, loves to try new things, loves to make new friends, and thrives by being around other people.

Contrast that with my demeanor at 8 going to summer camp: Not super outgoing, thought crafts were lame, didn’t enjoy group sports, and didn’t exactly love being away from my room for a week.

She went to camp willow springs, which is about 2 hours away. This is a camp for kids Rosie’s age, and they have a sister camp, camp willow RUN, for teenagers. Correct me if I am wrong, but I think Evan was a counselor there.

Rosie went with her best friend, Meryl.

The camp seemed great. Taylor went for drop off, and I went for pickup. It was about 2 hours away, and the process was super quick: Drive 2 hours, get your kids, drive two hours back.

The ride back was pretty great. Normally excited kids talking and singing really loudly in the back seat have a short lifespan in our car.

not this time.

Her and Meryl sang their camp songs and told stories for about 30 minutes, lowered their volume (on their own choosing) and talked for about 30 minutes, complained for about 15 minutes, and then slept. It was great.

Mercy really missed her big sis. When we went to pick up Mercy from school that Friday, Rosie jumped out of the car so excited to see her little sis. Mercy, in true fashion, walked right past her. Rosie’s head sunk (she still smiled though), as she walked back to the car.

A few seconds later, Mercy grabs Rosie’s arm and pulls her close. We may never understand that child.

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Country Concert

What was your favorite concert? What band would you pay top-dollar to see, past or present? These are the questions we asked lots of people over the week just getting excited to go to a concert.

Taylor found out about this show from our babysitter, River, and luckily our friends Andy and Laura were free that Thursday night.

It has been a few years since my last concert- maybe the Avett Brothers, NYE 2019? And this was my very first country concert.

Thomas Rhett at the Greensboro Coliseum was a lot of fun- better than I expected. Taylor had a blast. And thanks Zippy for babysitting and making the night happen.

This group in front of us- about 8 late teens if I had to guess, included two people who were going a bit WILD in the first part of the show. I am talking hair swinging, head banging, jumping up and down for each song.

They crashed and burned early though and were sitting by the second half of the show, much to my delight.

This was the little tribute I recorded for Rosie, a familiar song for her:

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This and that.

We also went to see Taylor’s cousin, Cobe for his engagement party. It was a lot of fun, and we got to see all of the work the Haney’s did to their new house.

We stayed the night with Taylor’s other cousin, Brooke, in Raleigh. The cousins had a blast- Rosie has a rocking life with family and friends around every corner.

Anyways, sometimes people ask what I write about on this blog? And the answer is simple: I look at the pictures from the past week, and write about the things we have pictures for,

Unfortunately I don’t have many pics from the engagement party, or pics from the night with Brooke, so I couldn’t write much about them. Maybe next time?

There are 290 pictures in the shared family album for beach week this year. Let’s try to make sense of it and all the other fun things from the week, including some epic putt-putt against the core family, and a raging pool-party for the Hamilton Lakes swim team.

What the heck is beach week anyways?

That might be the more important question to ask. Every year since Taylor was small, her and her moms-side of the family would go to the same beach in North Carolina, Ocean Isle Beach. This is part of the crowd in 2005. Looking fresh Kenna!

Anyways, while the Logan’s did our annual trips to spend the summers at Merriewald, this was where you could find the Register/Haney family.

The past 5 or so years, it has worked best to do family beach week during July 4th week.

A day at the beach.

Have you seen those pictures of the bumbling dads on vacation with the zinc-based, super-white sunscreen on their nose? Beach week is the opposite of that. It is serious.

A typical day (with kids) starts around 7. The kids will be lazy around the house and eat some breakfast: lucky charms, fruit snacks, sugar packets, or anything else sweet that they can get their hands on.

After breakfast, Taylor or I will go on a run, or take the kids to the new “splash pad” park, about 1/2 mile away.

Then, it should be close to lunch time. We feed the kids peanut butter jelly sandwiches, which they will refuse to eat, so we give them more sugar packets to hold them over until dinner, while the rest of us eat honey-baked ham on a sandwich, or other leftovers. They always taste better at the beach.

By now it is time to pack the cooler, and head down to the ocean. But don’t forget the wagon, umbrellas, bag for garbage, sunscreen, children’s sunscreen, beach toys, towels, flip flops, shoes for the kids (yes, both of them), snacks for the kids, cash, goggles, an abundance of beverages, koozie, chairs for everyone, swim-diapers, a book, and check with your wife to see if there is anything else needed. It is about 200 yards to the beach. My advice for a newcomer? Don’t mess this part up. This is the proving grounds.

Now that the stressful part is over, it is time for a drink. Or 19 drinks, depending on what you want out of the day.

On an unrelated note, here is a picture of Taylor’s grandma with her grandsons:

This year we are getting to a sweet spot: Rosie is old enough to swim mostly by herself. Mercy is not a small baby, and is getting pretty fun, and it was really a blast getting to hang with them.

Rosie was into the boogie board this year. She still wants me to watch her do all of the awesome things, and even though sometimes it is easier to engage in conversations with grown-ups and ignore Rosie’s requests, in a few years, she won’t be asking me to watch her boogie board anymore.

Mercy needed a nap most days. She tried to skip her nap and play with her cousins; it almost worked the first day, but she’s not quite ready to cut them out entirely. So, Taylor and I alternated days going back with her.

During the afternoon, the kids are getting a little hot and ready for some frozen sugar packets, so the italian-ice guy is always a hit:

A little before 5 is time to start planning to head back to the house. At this point it is best to just get into the right mindset for this: you are not a dad. you are a pack mule for the next 20 minutes. You feel no pain and there is no stopping for things like sand in your eyes.

Time to get the kids washed down, rinse the sand off, and shower and get ready for dinner. We eat like kings during beach week. Taylor’s dad, Ted, sets the bar pretty high when it comes to grilling steaks, and this is always the highlight of the week. If you ask Taylor, she can give you the rundown of the meals we eat each night of the week. This, too, is tradition. I will say, it is nice that each family cooks 1 meal during the week, so it is much easier to spread out this responsibility to many people.

In years past, we went to restaurants, but with kids, it’s just easier to stay in. Ocean Isle beach doesn’t have many restaurants, and during the summer, after the 20-25 minute drive to Calabash, the restaurants there are slammed anyways.

Its not the exact same every day though

Things are changing so much from year-to year, it is impossible to say what we do regularly now. But each part is pretty fun. This year, we brought the girls’ scooters:

Also a highlight during beach week is the July 4th parade on the island. This year, we were a bit proactive and brought decorations to put our golf-cart in the parade.

Props to Taylor on this one. She did it all.

This year we did take a few days at the pool. If you are squinting your eyes to see if I look different in this pic, stop, because this one isn’t me, but I did think it was a good pick of uncle D:

Also Rosie is getting to an awesome age now to do some fun things. My good-buddy Houston was also at OIB the same week as us, so Rosie and I got to go play putt-putt with them at Myrtle Beach one day. MB is about 30 minutes to an hour away, depending on what part of the beach you want to go to. But, they do have some epic putt-putt courses.

Why go to just putt putt when you can go to a putt-putt/candy/arcade/ice-cream spot? Honestly, it was pretty awesome. Here are Houston’s kids on the 12th hole:

Not really sure of the context of this next one:

If you were a normal person, you may ask, “Luke, why didn’t you get a picture of you and all of the Core family?”. Well, over the past 30 years, I’m not sure how many pictures I have together with Houston, but it is a lot. So, I didn’t add another this time around.

Unfortunately, Houston beat me by 1 stroke this year. What. A. Bummer.

Also, the fireworks at the beach were awesome. Cameras on phones are getting awesome: I have never been able to capture pics/videos of fireworks that come out right:

Pool Party

Whew, that last part was a lot. But, it would be a shame to not include this special part of the week. Rosie has been on the swim team at our neighborhood pool, and at the end of the year, they do a pretty epic party. They came in 2nd place in the city, and if I was a kid, this would be how I would want to celebrate:

Ok, it would be fun to elaborate on more, but that is all for now. 🙂

It was a little…different this year.

The day before fathers day, we went to a wedding (actually, just the reception) in Charlotte. It was a lot of fun, as one of Taylor’s co-workers got married. Only a few of her co workers would be there: her boss, the CFO, and two others that I didn’t get a chance to talk to.

It was at a brewery that was rented out for the occasion. Here is the first dance:

The wedding was a blast. A big reason for making the 90 minute drive was because Taylor’s boss,Dave, has a daughter exactly Rosie’s age, and they had a lot of fun together.

Here is the crew of “Airheads”, that Taylor works with at Aiir:

So what does this have to do with father’s day?

The wedding was great, but Rosie was a bit more deflated than usual. She didn’t want to go play as much, and was looking super tired. By the drive back:

To clarify: Rosie NEVER sleeps in the car.

The next day (Father’s day) the thermometer, at its highest, was 103.9 degrees. Rosie, who LOVES to celebrate Father’s day, Mothers day, Valentines Day, etc. was devastated. “Sorry I ruined father’s day”, she kept saying (she did not ruin fathers day).

We did have to change our brunch plans with Taylor’s family though: Taylor went with Mercy to spend time with her dad, and I stayed at home with Rosie and enjoyed a bit of quiet time, and watched online church. Honestly, it was a great, quiet morning. 10/10. Highly recommend.

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Is that it?

In recent years, for things like Father’s Day and Mother’s day, and sometimes Birthdays, we have taken after Taylor’s parents in one way: We buy our own gifts sometimes. This isn’t all the time. But if there is a certain gift that Taylor knows I will not do her justice with, she will get it herself. This includes clothes, shoes, etc.

This year, I did the same. For a while, I have tossed around the idea of a nintendo switch for the noble reason of bonding with Rosie over some video games. The reason is because I had heard that Nintendo 64 games, Super Nintendo, and others were available on the Switch. All that I wanted to do was play Mario Kart, because it is an easy game to play.

For better context, I haven’t played video games since middle school, and I am 38 now.

So, I was browsing on Ebay, because this falls in the category of “perfect things to buy on ebay”, and came upon one for $189 from a pawn shop in Ohio. There are a couple version of the switch: lite (handheld only), regular, and Oled (bigger screen). I wanted the regular, because it can be played on the tv screen, so made a low-ball offer, and the seller accepted: $159. Normally they go for $299.

So, in addition to staying home for Father’s day with a sick Rosie, we got to play Mario Kart, and all was right in the universe (I won).

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Also this week

Rosie’s dance company had a special end-of-year awards ceremony, and Rosie took home the “Rookie of the year” award for “coming in and making friends, and going above and beyond with a new team”.

The awards seemed like a big to-do, and it is always cool when Rosie gets to do something with Dance, because she knows her cousins will be there:

Also, this is a funny, candid moment Taylor caught on video this week. Just before we grilled our steaks for father’s day, the girls were waiting outside. Rosie was told not to get too close to Mercy, so as not to get her sick, and Mercy was trying her hardest to get Rosie to engage:

Rosie’s End of Year Party

Rosie just finished second grade, and we decided to throw an end-of-schoolyear bash for her and some of her friends from school. The party did not disappoint.

Above is an image of the dads from the party. Taylor had the idea of a photo-booth, and it was a blast.

Why throw an end-of-year party? Good question. She didn’t graduate, thats for sure- and there were a lot of graduation parties around the area during this time of year.

Rosie and our neighbor/Rosies bestie, Sydney, on their walk on the last day of school.

I think because Rosie’s first year of kindergarten was 2020 when things were locked down and we weren’t allowed to go into the school, and do all of the traditional things where there was a chance to meet Rosie’s friends and other parents. We should have been having get togethers all along, but there haven’t been many opportunities, so Taylor and I (mostly Taylor, let’s be honest), wanted to have an excuse to meet everyone from around the neighborhood.

Rosie and Taylor spent some time putting together THE ULTIMATE DANCE PARTY MIX. And these kids were WILD. They werent disrespectful, and they didn’t break anything (that is me sounding like an old man just now), but they were a wild bunch together.

The kids self-organized into a pre-planned wedding as well. This was planned and organized the last week of school.

The happy couple.

The selfie-spot was a hit as well:

Also, instead of a large, water-themed bounce house that would produce messy kids that would track mud into the house (I vetoed the idea), there was an option for a smaller bounce-house for the littler kids.

Our next door neighbor, Jimmy, came over with this three year old to try out the bouncy house.

It was not successful.

But he got it up and running again. 🙂

Maybe this will be an annual thing? Its hard to think how we can host many more people than what showed up this year, but it was pretty fun.

Swim Team

Rosie does dance, and in the summer, for her age group, there is a 6 week city-wide swim league (is league the right word?). Each of the neighborhood pools have a team. Each week, they compete against another pool: Sherwood, the Friendly Frogs, Bur-mil, and others.

These meets are a mad-house. It seems like there are over 100 swimmers between the two teams. And each swimmer has a family of 1-2 or more people attending with them. And the competitions start at 5 (be there early), and end whenever they are complete (around 10:30 or so). It is a LONG day.

BUT, Rosie is getting more into it.

Above Rosie is slow off the start, but still eeks out a win in the 25 meter breaststroke, in the lance closest to the camera.

Rosie also did the freestyle (above, closest lane) and the backstroke. It is cool how in the videos above, she was neck-and-neck with her bestie, Sydney.

Other things.

After the party, and before assessing the damage and cleaning everything, we took a breakfast break for pancakes at Tex and Shirleys. Its funny to see Rosie living some of the exact things I lived as a kid, when I went to tex-and-shirleys with my dad 30+ years ago.

Breakfast was good. Mercy smiles a lot, until you ask her to, like the image above.

During the school day, her daycare uses an app and can send us photos of her throughout the day. We see her do things like play on the playground, play with her friends, etc.

This image stood out this week as a reminder that Mercy is a little different than her peers.

It reminded both of us of this image:

Thats it for now. If you made it this far, take a moment and share: What are your plans for the summer? Do you have anything exciting planned?