“Weady?”

This past weekend, Peyton and I went to a bridal shower for Elaine.  This was after Brandon’s first soccer lesson.  The shower was held in the community room at a housing complex.  It was like a HUGE great room, with kitchen (including a cooking demonstration mirror), several sinks, and lots of tables with chairs.  Outside, there was a little play structure.  It was perfect because the kids could go play while the ladies got to eat, chat and play games.  Peyton had to be supervised.  She was wearing a cute white dress, but it was definitely not play material.  Luckily, I brought a pair of jeans and replaced her white bloomers with those.  There was a metal slide, which was pretty warm in the sun, so the jeans did help her not get burned.  She was fearless, climbing up the stairs to get to the slide.  A little girl who was 2.5 years old was frightened.  Not Miss Peyton.  She would climb up the stairs, position herself at the top of the slide and ask me, “Weady?”  When I confirmed, “Ready,” she would give herself a push and say, “Go.  Weee!”  She repeated this over and over.  One of the times she went ’round, she stumbled and came a half inch from banging her head on the first step.  Fortunately, she didn’t know the danger she had just avoided, and got right back up and carried on with the fun.  The other little girl watched as Peyton did her thing, and it gave her the courage to slide down as well.
Recently, Peyton’s been asking, “What’s dat?” and pointing to everything in question.  I will tell her the answer, and she usually tries to repeat what we say.  Sometimes, she just moves her mouth, but no sound comes out.  Like she’s trying so very hard to repeat what I said, but is trying to get her mouth muscles to cooperate.  If she needs it to be repeated, she’ll just ask again, “What’s dat?”  She still loves her books.  Reviews are you can check here on line viagra immensely supportive to this supplement than any other pharmaceutical products that are evident with side effects. A large number of men are unable to satisfy the sexual needs of generic cialis cipla their partner. Pfizer placed orders at 22 websites that turned up in an online search for “greyandgrey.com cost viagra cialis.” Nearly 80% of the pills either help you to get fuller erection or increase your libido allow you to experience stronger orgasms, as the blood supply to the vaginal area is increased. Stress, anxiety, and depression usually aggravate abdominal pain and, vice versa, abdominal pain can irradiate to cialis generico cipla left ribs cage, and be accompanied with nausea, gas, and bloating, low appetite, heartburn, diarrhea, etc. Sometimes this is the only bribe she will take to sit still in the carseat long enough for me to strap her in.  She can “read” one book the entire way home from school.  She’ll just cross her legs and prop the book up on her feet.  Sometimes she’ll flip the book over and read it upside down.  It’s all the same to her.
So Brandon’s first soccer lesson was cute.  It consisted of lining up on the orange painted line.  The kids all did really well with this, even through a 15 minute parent orientation and check in of the kids that were there.  Then they were divided up into 3 groups of 10-12 kids, each going with one of the coaches.  The coaches were just giving the kids a little taste of soccer.  They were essentially training them to listen to the whistle.  It was like dog school.  They would point to a flag, run to it, and stop when the whistle blew.  Brandon was in the bottom third in terms of speed.  There were some kids who jumped the whistle, but even when Brandon was the first to start, the other kids would run from behind and leave them in their dust.  He does have an inherited trait which is not conducive to soccer – giggling while running.  It almost incapacitates him.  They stopped every 5 or so minutes for a water break.  Too bad we were sitting in the shade and were the furthest from the field.  That meant he had to run even farther to take his break.  It was good for him though, he needs the practice.  After 20 minutes of running around (5 of which was actual “soccer” instruction, maybe), it was time for the kids to break until next week.  We have about 7 more weeks, so we’re looking forward to it.  We finally committed to a time, which was our biggest barrier to signing him up for activities in the past.  930am on a Saturday is a big commitment.