Carving commenced. Lexi is doing a peace sign.
(One of the many "faces" of her pumpkin)
They played warm-up music for the football players between games Saturday, and Sage took it upon herself to provide a little pre-game entertainment.
You can tell she's been watching Lexi and her kick lines.
Her facial expressions crack me up. I wish I'd let the camera run for three more seconds because, as the music ended, she clapped for herself. Or, more likely, just clapped because it was over, and that's what you do in the bleachers when the music stops. I didn't realize what socialization she's getting going to these games. By now, she probably understands football as well as I do. If someone has the ball, and you don't want him to have the ball, you chase him down and do something about it. Why yes. I think she's a football expert!
In the past two months, Gary has:
poured petroleum distillate lubricant all over himself and Sage(poison),
taken a hack saw to Samuel’s big inflatable ride-in ball,
sprinkled ant killer all over the sidewalk, himself and Sage(poison),
carved two holes in the kitchen wall with a screwdriver,
hammered blue pock marks over a large section of our recently refinished kitchen table with an ink pen,
tagged the lawnmower, Phillip, the garden shed, and the patio with pink paint(as you know),
was caught mid-swing on the roof of Chad's pick-up with hammer,
poured gasoline all over the garden shed,
poured gasoline all over the shop,
built a 10" fire ring out of gravel, filled it with sticks and talked Grandpa out of a lighter(Grandpa thought it didn't work. But it did.),
Sprayed down my bathroom with hairspray,
sprayed 40% deet Off (poison) all over the inside of the cab of Uncle Paul's pick-up, which bubbled the leather and stained the instrument pannel,
and yesterday, he threw this 1/8th of an inch thick, flat, yet sharp-edged end of a trampoline spring...
...unless, of course, you're in need of a little war paint.