Yay!

We spent a couple of days in McCall visiting "Poppa" and attending a wedding. While we were there we tested the new playground equipment at the new elementary school, spent time sliding down the stairs on our toosh and gazing at the now quiet Payette Lake from WhiteTail's restaurant patio.

We also went to a service at Our Savior Lutheran Church. Trevor had an enthusiastic and loud "Yaaaay!" for the end of every song. I think that's the kind of enthusiasm that is worship.

Poppa is a good stand-in reader for many books, including, Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree which is quickly becoming as well-read as Sharks and Other Dangers of the Deep. You can see here, too, Trevor giving Poppa some soccer dribbling lessons.

Pregnant Posers

We decided it was necessary to capture this moment in time while all four of us are pregnant, showing, and ready to take on the new adventure.
Pictured from left to right...

Detective Miranda: baby girl delivered September 26th
Special Agent Shannon: baby girl due late October
Sharon, P.I.: baby boy due January 22nd
Resident Martial Arts Expert Keri: baby boy due January 17th

This second picture shows our respective forces in training.

Daddy's shoes

Thirsty Dog

A dog in our future may be inevitable. Swan family rule #43 is "No dogs until the boys know how to pick up the poop in the backyard and where to put it.

Hmmm.....

I have noticed that Trevor has categorized a lot of types of friends... I noticed he calls many little girls Holland (after the first sweet friend), many older women G.G. (after sharing some ice cream with his Great Grandma), many dogs "Solomon." There are more, and I didn't think about it much until he called a mannequin in the lingerie department "Mommy." Now at the time I was quite flattered since the mannequin was looking much more svelt than me in my pregnant state, and had on some cute Calvin Klein number. But then I realized that doesn't seem right. I don't walk around the house in lingerie!! These things are probably better left a mystery : )
His self-perception might be just as skewed (or he is quite the joker already). Yesterday we walked by the fridge where I have a this picture of him playing the piano with Holland. He pointed her out and said "Holland" then he pointed to the BSU football schedule with photos of players on it and said Trevor. I said "That's not Trevor, where's Trevor?" and gave him ample reach to point to himself in the picture, but again he pointed to #24 Tim Brady.

Our son, the skilled thespian

At the dinner table we have, by trial and error, found what works with Trevor. And he is also always experimenting what works with us.
On several occasions now we have asked him to eat a piece of his sausage or egg or meat so that we can give him the fruit that he wants. He has a way of putting the food he doesn't like into his mouth, taking a crumb of a bit and chewing it like it was much bigger. We both have to pay close attention to his trickery. I'm telling him to save those fake-outs for football.