In an effort to channel Shae's ever-growing volume of energy, we signed up for a tumbling class on Saturday mornings for the next 6 weeks. If you're not familiar with the term, "tumbling" is essentially pre-gymnastics for the wee set. Or, as I learned after the first class, barely controlled mayhem in a room with padded floors. Oy.
At least she looks cute! (Despite the super-wonky piggies.)
Stick the landing! Stick the landing!!
Whaddaya mean I'm supposed to go
down this thing? Whatevs.
Shae actually says "cheese!" on cue now. The other mothers at tumbling were envious.
According to last week's 2-year-old doctor checkup, at 34.75" tall Shae is in the 84th percentile for height for her age. Hoop dreams, here we come!
Next up: helping mama and daddy get control over the falling leaves in the back yard. Dad set up the slide to right into the pile!
I don't know why we even bother... This is the pile. This pile was created less than 3 hours after a similar pile was raked and bagged...
...and this is what's still left in the trees. Sigh.
Run, run, run!
Truly helping. Thanks, Shae!
The obligatory leaf pile jump.
Zoey is on patrol. Always.
Finally: getting ready for the Broncos game. ("Game" is a loosely-used term in this instance. Ouch.)
Posing with Pete and Mary, our friendly scarecrow couple (and Shae's current BFFs).
Imagine how great this shot would have been if her eyes had been open! Photoshop, perhaps?
The sun is entirely too bright!
Shae's first tailgate at Shae's first Broncos game.
Walking down to the stadium. Without prompt, Shae was constantly yelling (and I do mean yelling) "GO BRONCOS!!" Even those icky Raiders fans were giving her high fives for her enthusiasm.
Sitting in our seats. We're just close enough to the field (and the football players, the cheerleaders, the marching band, the horse, etc.) that Shae was actually very interested in what was going on.
We just had to change our location every few minutes to stay engaged.
Family self-photo. Not exactly frame-worthy, but I love it.
Okay, the real secret of keeping Shae engaged in the game was just to ply her with food throughout her time in the stadium. But with a 59-14 *ss whupping by the opposing team, is that really such a bad thing?
At least she looks cute! (Despite the super-wonky piggies.)
Stick the landing! Stick the landing!!
Whaddaya mean I'm supposed to go down this thing? Whatevs.
Shae actually says "cheese!" on cue now. The other mothers at tumbling were envious.
According to last week's 2-year-old doctor checkup, at 34.75" tall Shae is in the 84th percentile for height for her age. Hoop dreams, here we come!
Next up: helping mama and daddy get control over the falling leaves in the back yard. Dad set up the slide to right into the pile!
I don't know why we even bother... This is the pile. This pile was created less than 3 hours after a similar pile was raked and bagged...
...and this is what's still left in the trees. Sigh.
Run, run, run!
Truly helping. Thanks, Shae!
The obligatory leaf pile jump.
Zoey is on patrol. Always.
Finally: getting ready for the Broncos game. ("Game" is a loosely-used term in this instance. Ouch.)
Posing with Pete and Mary, our friendly scarecrow couple (and Shae's current BFFs).
Imagine how great this shot would have been if her eyes had been open! Photoshop, perhaps?
The sun is entirely too bright! 
Shae's first tailgate at Shae's first Broncos game.
Walking down to the stadium. Without prompt, Shae was constantly yelling (and I do mean yelling) "GO BRONCOS!!" Even those icky Raiders fans were giving her high fives for her enthusiasm. 
Sitting in our seats. We're just close enough to the field (and the football players, the cheerleaders, the marching band, the horse, etc.) that Shae was actually very interested in what was going on.
We just had to change our location every few minutes to stay engaged.
Family self-photo. Not exactly frame-worthy, but I love it.
Okay, the real secret of keeping Shae engaged in the game was just to ply her with food throughout her time in the stadium. But with a 59-14 *ss whupping by the opposing team, is that really such a bad thing?
