Tate's Words of Wisdom

Tate and I spent the morning planting flowers in the front yard. (It was the second time this summer; the first set of flowers was gone, thanks to Curtis' decision to chop them down with a shovel one day for no apparent reason.) 

While we were planting, I took out the little tab that tells you what kind of flower it is and set it on the ground. When we were done, I said, "Tate, can you throw that in the garbage for me?:"

"No," he replied. "Let's just leave it there until the wind blows it away."

The Piano Girl

Congrats to Paige on her fist piano trophy. It represents three years of earning Superior scores at piano Federation. 

(Of course, much of the credit goes to Traci for fighting through piano practice everyday. Not an easy task.)

Curtis has had absolutely no interest in taking piano lessons. That seemed to change a bit tonight when he found out trophies were involved.