Dinner at the McMillans

In Which Jackson Tries for 60 Hits

I was putting away some Tupperware in the cupboard. As I was stacking it, I noticed that one bowl had the lid on and was full of Brian’s lunch leftovers (they needed to be refrigerated). I think his mind was elsewhere that day.

Jackson’s been practicing hitting off a tee. We’ve been trying to teach him how to take turns. He told Brian that it would be Brian’s turn after he got 60 hits.

Friday night, Brian and Jackson went to the local high school football game after our ward party. Jackson watched it the whole time, while following the line of scrimmage. His only question was where the yellow line was. (That’s the computerized first down marker on TV.)

I mowed our lawn yesterday. This may not seem like a big deal but I don’t think I’ve mowed a lawn since I was about 10 years old. I did run over a rock, but I blame the fact that the grass was more like a forest since it’s been ages since it’s been cut. I couldn’t see it.

Today I received a new calling. I am the second counselor in the Relief Society presidency. I will still be teaching primary throughout the end of the year. I’m excited for the change, but I will be busy.

Jackson said he needed his sunglasses to keep his “eyes out of the sun.”

Brian brought out a pair of shoes for Jackson this morning and I told him that they were still too big for him. Jackson piped in, “Grant would like to wear them because his feet are so long.”

Moms Club Picnic

Sack Race


They played a game where the parents would race while holding
their child in a blanket. Jackson rode with his friend, Garrett.
Luckily for us, Garrett's parents raced with them.

Pinata

In Which Jackson Jumped in a Sack

Grant's started to sing. He will sing along with the radio, while playing the piano, and today he sung his own version of the hymns at church. He also does a lot of pointing. He points at things out the window of the car, and he taps his tray--pointing at where he wants you to scoop his food.

I hosted a playgroup this week. One little boy was playing with a semi truck. Apparently, he had the truck attached to the wrong trailer. Jackson spent a good 5 minutes convincing this little boy that he needed to switch trailers, because it wasn't matched right. It's a sad day when you see yourself in your children.

I finally got around to doing some simple sign language with Grant. I've signed a little with him over the past couple weeks, but not enough for him to grasp it, or so I thought. The other day I said, "more" while signing it. He instantly repeated the sign back to me. He's also figured out "please." It's great to be communicating with more than just grunts.

Saturday we went to a picnic hosted by moms club. Jackson participated in his very first sack race. He had a good time but still seems to struggle with jumping. I think it goes back to his broken leg. But he got to hit a pinata and didn't have any problems swinging the bat.

Silliness

I also did Brian and I. I look 21% more like my dad and Brian looks 4% more like his Mom.

Grant

Jackson