As it has been through past generations, Sunday is the day that Dad’s rule. I remember growing up that Sunday was the day to look forward to for several reasons. That was the day that Dad made breakfast!!! I can still remember the excitement of waking up to the smell of french toast (what is it with Dad’s and french toast anyway?) and bacon knowing that after church (Mom’s only stipulation of the day) that it was going to be a wonderful, adventure of a day. Sometimes we would go to the lake, sometimes we would just hang out and watch football on TV. Other times, we would go try new and exciting things. This is a tradition that I am trying to continue with my children.
This Sunday, being my first blogging experience, I will be talking about the week of FIRSTS that the McNulty’shave experienced. It has been shared with you that Shealynand Carter are both able to do a “half flip” on our trampoline. Well, Shealynhas done it!!! After working with her for the last 3 weeks, she finally flipped and landed on her feet. We have the event documented on video, but have yet to become technically proficient enough to post it on this website. We are therefore going to post the picture below that shows her landing.
And she Sticks the Landing!
She continued to practice and got better and better. What a great accomplishment for her!
Mr Carter has also learned how to do a flip and Miss P is learning all kinds of new stuff including the splits!
Mohawk Man Flips Out!
When I asked Miss P to show off her moves this is what I got…
I'm just too tired Daddy!
The other “first of the week” was swimming lessons. Shealyn, Carter and Miss P have all graduated from their first swimming lesson. First of all, none of the kids knew how to swim on their own prior to this lesson. We have always taken them to the beach where they rarely went in past chest deep. The only other exposure to water was when they went to Uncle Mike and Aunt Donna’s house during the summer and hangin out in their pool.
Lets start with the “Divine Miss P”. She would not enter the water without a life jacket unless she had a death grip on an adult, preferably her mother. Her instructors name was Carrie and was absolutely wonderful. Payton’s confidence level in the water has grown by leaps and bounds.
The only downfall of this new-found confidence is that she is sometimes too eager to show it off. As soon as we get her to make sure that an adult is ready before she jumps, everything will come together nicely. She will be taking another round of lessons starting this week.
Payton and Carrie
On to Mr Carter….he is improving and can swim on his own for short distances. His instructor’s name is Lindsay and she was also wonderful. There was one day that Carter was the only one in the class and I believe this was the best day of his lesson. Being in a class with 3 other kids was a little distracting for him so we decided to enroll him a weeks worth of private lessons with Lindsay and we’ll see how he does. The good news is that he passed level two!
Carter at Swim Lessons
Now, on to the Gert. I was very impress impressed with the way she took to the water. She has always been sort of a daredevil, be it in the water or out. And to prove it, I have dug into the archives for solid, visual proof.
Shealyn & Daddy Diving
Her instructor’s name was Nick. He had a huge class, and the students were all at different levels. This was a little frustrating because Shealyn didn’t get a lot of 1 on 1 time, but she took off from day one!
Shealyn and Nick
Shealyn Practicing her Freestyle
On a final note, yesterday was sign-up day. Kimmer and I loaded up the kids and headed off to sign-up the two oldest for sports. Shealyn picked softball, not a huge suprise. Carter, however, did not pick baseball or soccer (the two sports he has played before). Instead, drumrole please……
HE CHOOSE TO PLAY FOOTBALL!!!!!!!
Let me say that again, MY SON WANTS TO PLAY FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!
I know what some of you ladies are thinking, and you are wrong! That’s right, you are wrong. If my son had told me that he didn’t want to play football, I would be fine with that. I feel the effects football had on my body every morning as I try to get out of bed. But I hope that it will create a common ground for us to share. I hope that he enjoys the game as much as I did, and I will help him along the way if he wants me to.
This concludes my very first post. Looking back on the experience, I rather enjoyed it and will continue posting on Sundays if I am allowed to. What do you think? Let me know.
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