Yesterday Davey started a 6 week camp.  They’ll meet weekly and learn the basics of three different sports: soccer, tball/baseball, and basketball.  (I’m thinking the basketball portion of the camp is going to be a hoot.)

Twenty 3 and 4 year olds participated in this camp.  There was a coach for every 3-4 kids.  It was the greatest thing.  There is nothing like seeing twenty 3 and 4 year olds all in a big group.  It’s like puppy joy.

They stretched.

They lined up in their groups, and they held hands as they walked to the area where they were going to practice.

I love watching them walk in their little groups.

He loved kicking the ball.

Oh and look at his focus!

Every once in awhile they’d all just fall down giggling.

At the end of camp, they all got in a big circle again.  Then the coach would throw the ball toward one of the kids and they were supposed to kick it.

This was fun, but then the ball got away, and that was even more fun.  I wish I’d taken a better picture of the circle of kids disappearing as 20  kids went running after that ball.

After we were finished, I wanted to take a picture for David.

“Davey, smile!  I want to take a picture for Daddy!”

Thank goodness that reverse psychology still works on him sometimes.

“Davey.  That’s great!  Daddy will love to see the back of your head!”

Immediate spinning child and this:

(And yes, his name is spelled wrong.  The poor girl was being swarmed by 20 kids needing name tags, and I didn’t have the heart to ask her for another.)

Yesterday, Davey decided that we all needed new names.  He told David that he was Sasquatch.  I was known as Electra, and Davey was Incredible Hulk.  Davey called us Sasquatch and Electra for most of the day.

“Mo — Electra, are you…?”

“I love you Sasquatch.”

It was pretty fun.

Today David and Davey strolled over to what they call the “fancy” playground while I was at school.  David ran while pushing the stroller on the way back, so they played superhero games which involved everything along the path being some type of monster.

“Davey!  There’s a rabbit monster!”

The rabbit monster hopped away.

Davey said, “Great Scott!  He deflected my heat beam!”

Yesterday Davey went to a birthday party. His friend Lulu had turned 4.

There was a bounce castle, where he spent a good part of the afternoon.

There was a piñata.

Cupcakes!

He enjoyed watching Lulu open some of her presents.  He was very excited for her to open the gift that he had gotten her.

He tried out the slip and slide, but it was just a little too chilly for him.

But what he enjoyed the mostest was playing with his friend Lulu.

At one point, Lulu announced that Davey had kissed her and that he was now her boyfriend.  (If you are wondering, as I was, there was apparently a carefully placed kiss on Lulu’s forehead.)

Saturday we went to the Denver Chalk Art Festival.  When I think of chalk being used outdoors, I think of sidewalk chalk.  I think of the chalk that I have watched my nieces and Davey using.

I didn’t expect results such as these:

I wish I could have seen the wolf on Sunday after the piece was completed.

This one went on to win first place I think.

These artists were using pastels – I guess technically a type of chalk?  They were using jillions of colors and  they were beautiful.  And to think how temporary these pieces are.

There were many many artists, and David and I enjoyed looking at all of their work.

What about Davey?  Well, the art was ok, but he enjoyed his “dinosaur dig”.

We had forgotten our sunscreen and soon found that we were going to cook without it, so Davey and I waited at this sidewalk construction area, while David ran back to get the sunscreen.

Davey was determined to find David a t-rex bone.

“Mommy, T-Rex bones are Daddy’s favorite!”

He found a nice rock which he identified as a t-rex bone.

Gravel and rocks and the potential for a paleontological find.  That’s what it is all about!

Davey and I made our first trip to the water park today.  Davey was anxious to go back having had so much fun almost daily last summer at the Arkadelphia waterpark.

It’s a great waterpark.  Lots of space to spread out and have a picnic, and they have some nice areas for small children.  But there is a difference here, and it’s about the water temperature.  The water at the Arkadelphia park was more on the hot tub side.  The water at the Broomfield park is more like an icy Rocky Mountain stream.  It’s still early in the season though.  Maybe it will warm up abit.  It gets pretty cool here at night though, so then that drops the water temperature again.

It was 90 degrees today but the wind was blowing really hard.  It picked up speed after we’d been there a couple of hours and Davey was shivering.  For us, it was time to head home, but many of the kids would play play play and then go huddle up in a towel.

Until the wind really picked up though, it was really nice.  Davey had a great time playing around in a shallow kids’ pool.  We’ll definitely spend some more time there this summer.

Then this afternoon, Davey helped David mow for the first time.  He thought it was great fun.

Little does he know that David is passing on mowing duties.

Ok.  Maybe not quite yet.

Yesterday we took Davey to his first professional baseball game.

(I liked my shot I just happened to get of the pitcher, although it was taken from 29 miles away!)

 It was a cloudy day, so while the mountains looked pretty in the background, it’d be really nice on a bright sunny day.

So we went to the game.  We started working our way up to our seats.  Up and UP and UP and we kept going up.  The last escalator to the upper deck was very steep.  I have bad dreams about steepness such as that.

Here’s how high we were.   See that purple row of bleachers?

You can see it better here.

That row of seats represents the mile high mark.  We were a couple of rows above that.  I didn’t move until we left.  It was rather dizzying, although we adjusted after awhile.

That said, we could still see great, and it was so much fun.

We met our neighbor and his daughters at the game.  He had the extra tickets, and it was fun to get to know another one of our new neighbors.  Here is what Davey did when he was introduced to the daughters (they were probably 10 and 13 or so?).

First he hid his head in David’s arm, and then he carefully peeked around.

Davey stayed very busy.

He learned about baseball.

The whole notion of baseball really doesn’t interest him too much yet.

He really enjoyed shelling peanuts.  Not eating them.  Shelling them.  “Here Mommy!  I have a peanut for you!”

He drank some lemonade.

He ate most of a hotdog.  (Ketchup only please).

He didn’t always like the loud noises, but he liked clapping and the events between the innings.

We looked for ourselves on the jumbotron thing, but we didn’t come up.

“Is that us Davey?”

“No Mommy.  That’s not us!”

He made a trek back down the mountain to find a potty with Daddy.  (I document it all!)

And returned safe, sound and happy.

By the 4th inning he was winding down already.  (The first inning had been very long and exciting.  The Rockies scored 6 runs.)  So by the time the 4th inning came around, it was getting close to 7pm and Davey was getting tired.

But then he spotted the guy selling cotton candy, and he was revived.

After he had eaten his fill of cotton candy, he was ready to go once again.

It was time to head home.  Davey made it 2 hours which was a long long time for a 3 year old to sit in one place.   And he told us that he is ready to go to another game!

(It turns out we’d picked a good night to go.  Rockies won 15-4.)