We also took a little day trip to Fountain Springs. There is a huge fountain in the middle of this lake at the park that shoots up 562 ft into the air. It's pretty powerful. We took a little picnic and just enjoyed outside. There was a frisbee golf tournament going on while we were there and I couldn't believe the dedication....It was all out. People had thier special carriers with all their different frisbees lined up and their little chairs they carry. They had special stances and it was all technical. I never knew people really competed hard core in frisbee golf.
Graham and Emrie playing together. They usually steal toys back and forth....He sucks on it, she takes it and sucks on it and it goes back and forth. Well, usually she ends up just attacking Graham and mauling him...sucks on his face, grabs on his cloths, his hair, anything. She laughs and he gets a look of desperation (HELP!) on his face....I think he's been traumatized by her. The other day when my mom watched her for me she said Graham would start screaming anytime she came close to him.....Sad, huh? She thinks it's all fun and games... poor Graham.
Emrie is now oblivious to all her toys when we're home. She want the good stuff....The magazines, blinds, paper,...everything I don't want her to have. So we moved all our books, except the two you see and she pulled our album out of the way and got up in there determined to get to the paper under the books.
Graham and Emrie playing together. They usually steal toys back and forth....He sucks on it, she takes it and sucks on it and it goes back and forth. Well, usually she ends up just attacking Graham and mauling him...sucks on his face, grabs on his cloths, his hair, anything. She laughs and he gets a look of desperation (HELP!) on his face....I think he's been traumatized by her. The other day when my mom watched her for me she said Graham would start screaming anytime she came close to him.....Sad, huh? She thinks it's all fun and games... poor Graham.
Emrie is now oblivious to all her toys when we're home. She want the good stuff....The magazines, blinds, paper,...everything I don't want her to have. So we moved all our books, except the two you see and she pulled our album out of the way and got up in there determined to get to the paper under the books.