Abby went in for 4-year check-up and service on Wednesday. She’s 42 inches tall and 37 pounds. Right where she should be. Blood pressure is good and reflexes work properly. The doctor wasn’t worried about her nosebleeds and gray tooth that resulted from crashing into a wall head-first about a month ago.
Classic Fathers Day. Abby made me the traditional breakfast in bed and then we went out to pick wild red plums to make some Uncle Slappy’s Plum Delicious Red Plum Jelly. It was hot. By the time we were through Abby and I were pouring water over our heads to cool us off enough to walk back to the car.
We finally got around to having a proper birthday celebration for Abby. We had a little thing at the Jump Zone for her friends from school and then we had another little thing at home for all her grandparents and aunts. It looked like a birthday bomb went off in the living room.
Wasn’t it just yesterday that Abby was sleeping in this thing as a baby crib? When we moved into the new place we converted her bed from the toddler configuration to the full-on regular bed configuration. She’s going to be sleeping in her own place before we know it. She picked out the hideous bed clothes ensemble, by the way.
Abby’s fourth birthday was Wednesday. We went to Buffalo Grill (Abby’s pick) with Aunts Jodie and Laney for a little birthday dinner.
Goodbye hovel.
Hello something less hovelish.
I visited this waterfall twice in a week, both visits after heavy rains in the area. The first visit came as I was heading back to Little Rock after a grueling weekend working on our summer house in Northwest Arkansas in an effort to get that albatross sold. (Anyone want a great house convenient to I-540 and the north Fayetteville shopping/dining district? Click here and check it out.) The rains hadn’t done anything for the falls. Barely a trickle. I stopped off five days later on a return trip to the money pit. (Really, it’s a great house. I just installed new ceiling fans and light fixtures and the whole interior has a new coat of paint in a neutral color. Click here and check it out.) The waterfall is located off Highway 215 near Cass. Parking is at the High Bank canoe access on the Mulberry River. The Mulberry was blown out of its banks and I hoped that indicated that the side streams were running high, too. The falls had more water than before but it was less than raging.
I’d been to this waterfall before and found it hard to photograph when the leaves were out. It’s 70 feet tall and if you move back far enough to get the whole drop in the photo, the leafy trees block the top of the falls. Oh well, I did the best I could.
Abby and Gina riding the carousel at the Little Rock Zoo.
Abby hasn’t quite got the hang of sleeping in a bed without side rails.
Abby’s school put on its end-of-the-year program last week. They practiced for about three months for thing and it went off with just a few hitches. It was Abby’s debut performance in front of an audience. All the rags gave her a good review.