Non-Amusement Park

Return to Busch Gardens. Paige and Rylie are not thrill-seekers.

Rylie's Career Change

Recently Rylie demonstrated proficiency in new trade - Bumper Cars. We think she has a real future in the sport.

Our Future Olympian

Paige is currently deciding which Winter Olympic event best suits her talents.

Skeleton:



Speed Skating:



Bobsled:

Lil' Lynch Update

Paige has recently been obsessed with a few things. Totally normal things:
1. Jail
I think the jail thing started after we went to Skyline Taverns. Afterwards, we were driving around a small town and we passed the jail. Either Dave or I were like, "oh, the jail..." and thus started Paige's hang-up with jails. She puts everything in jail. For example, I'll say, "Paige, will you put the peanut butter away (let's face it, they eat PB&J more than I will admit)?" She says (to the peanut butter), "You're going to jail." Then puts it in the cabinet. She puts Izzy in "jail" (her crate) every time we leave the house, and tells her what her indiscretion was that put her there. I used to find dolls and other toys in Izzy's "jail" also, so we had to institute a "no-playing-with/in-Izzy's-crate" rule. So now the dolls are put in dresser drawers, their personal jail. Paige has also started pocketing small toys from her daycare and bringing them home, so I was all, "you know people go to jail for STEALING other people's things," to get her to stop this bad habit (her teacher and I also pat her down before she leaves). Unfortunately, this may have only encouraged her, because she was like, "oh, I can see the inside of jail?"

2. The tires on my car
My tires are worn down. I know this. My car is also about to die after 9 wonderful years of carting me around. So I held off on getting new tires because I wanted to see if my car would even outlive them. Well, the tires are now unsafe, the car is still running (kind-of) and Walmart is going to have a Black Friday special (guaranteed for an hour!!) on tires, so I'll get them about 50% off. Paige asks about my tires 20-50 times a day and whether I snuck off to get new tires without telling her. She doesn't want me to get new tires because she "loves" my current ones. She apparently had a dream last night that I got new tires and she was sad.

3. Monsters/Witches and their Brews
We often play a game where I am apparently a monster, and the girls run screaming anytime they see me. I am also supposed to roar when they see me, which I sometimes do. However, if I am not enthusiastic enough about my roar, I am scolded by a 4 year old for not doing it right. She also talks a lot about witches and what they put in their brews (I'm not sure where this one came from). The other day they were studying Indians at her school, and she came home and was all, "Where do Indians live?" I said, "Some live together on reservations." She says, "Oh, maybe they drank a witches brew and the witch turned them into real people and they live right here." Uh, okay, guess my answer was wrong.

Rylie, on the other hand, has her own things going on. She dances and stares at herself in mirrors, wears footie jajamas to bed, told Paige today to take her fingers out of her mouth because, "only peakut butter sammiches go in there," and is terrified of public restrooms (did I mention she's potty trained?!?!). I'd like to personally thank Uncle Andrew for passing on that final trait.

Time Out

Rylie has been put in lots of time outs recently because she is now getting one every time she shrieks/screams while inside. Apparently this is her "go to" move when she doesn't get what she wants, and also, apparently, she does not get what she wants a lot. Yesterday afternoon she got (at least) two time outs within about 20 minutes. Here's how they went:

Time out #1
Me: Rylie, why were you in time out?
Rylie (smiling): I in time out.
Me: Why?
Rylie: Why?
Me: You were in time out for screaming.
Rylie: Hug time?

Time out #2
Me: Rylie, why were you in time out?
Rylie: Cause Bingo was his name-o.
Me: No, for screaming. Do you have anything you want to say to Mommy? (I was looking for "sorry.")
Rylie: B. I. N. G. O.?

We may need a new tactic for teaching lessons around here.

Summer is OVER

So we took a little hiatus from The Lynch Family website, but we're baaaaack. See, our laptop died back in May, but the only thing we REALLY needed it for was photo storage and adding to this site. We thought, eh, let's take a break. Then we went off, did lots of stuff, and now we are back to work and the real world (and I've had a few people asking why there are no new pictures) and it's time to start blogging again.

So we got this bad boy:

And we're back in business.

Let me summarize what we did during our computer-less summer:
-Paige finished dance (forever)
-we got a porch swing
-we celebrated lots of people's birthdays
-we went swimming a lot
-we travelled to Seattle
-Rylie got a big girl bed
-Paige got a double bed
-we went to museums, concerts, baseball games, etc
-Paige got a new pet (a caterpillar)

I think that's it.

"I already know how to dance."

A few weeks ago, Paige started dance lessons (again). She is doing them with her best friend, Juliet. She was having a difficult time listening to the dance teacher for the first few lessons, so we talked a lot about listening and watching her teacher (and not playing hide-and-seek with Juliet) during dance class. During one of these conversations she told me, "I don't need to listen to the teacher. I already know how to dance."