Flashback

September 17th.

A Saturday.

4:00am The Deen house is awake and moving. On purpose? Yes. Practicing for Silas? No. We're getting ready for the Plano Balloon Festival's morning glow.

5:00am We're dressed and ready. Well, as ready as we're going to be.

5:15am Stop at Wal-Mart to pick up soccer mom chairs.

6:00am Arrive at the festival.

6:30am Set up camp and wait for the sun to rise.

7:00am Tom found donuts and coffee.

7:30am Finally, some action.



8:15am Security opened the flood gates for the crowd to enter and explore.

[Micah's favorite balloon]

8:30am Micah was the first kid to fire a 15 foot flame into the balloon. He liked it, but it scared him a bit.

Due to the weather we didn't get to see any of the balloons actually take off, but it was still a fun experience.

[Excuse the nappy hair and refer to the comment above about waking up at 4am.]
Cleburne and I at 33 1/2 weeks.

11:30am We were all relaxing on the couch watching Vandy beat Ole Miss until we passed out.

Wordless Wednesday

Life with a Three-Year-Old

He's a wild man and ALL boy.

Micah break dancing:


Micah rocking out:

Tidbits About Silas

At 32 weeks we're still hanging in there-- Me and Silas, that is.

I went in for a check-up this week and everything seems to be progressing smoothly. My doctor seems to think that Silas weighs just under 4 lbs at this point, and he thinks that he'll only get to about 7 lbs and a couple ounces at the time of my C-section. (But, I didn't mention to my doctor that there's been a soft serve ice cream machine and all kinds of toppings in my office break room this week. HA!) His prediction may be a little off though.

Also, a couple of days ago I felt a strong kick, roll, and flip from the little guy. My doctor confirmed that Silas has dropped and his head is down and engaged. Wahoo! We've made progress.


BTW, the video in the previous blog works now in case you tried and were unsuccessful last time. My dad pointed out that I had it set to private. oops.

Preparing for Blastball

Unfortunately, Micah's birthday was 26 days too late to allow him to play blastball this fall.

Blastball is a version of t-ball for 3-year-olds that consists of hitting a t-ball off of a tee and running to first base. Except first base isn't your ordinary bag. In blastball the bag honks when the kids step on it. Like most t-ball leagues there are no outs and everyone gets to bat each inning. The only big difference in blastball and t-ball is that the kids don't run past first base. The defensive side is exactly the same: a bunch of 3-year-olds all run for the ball after it's hit. Once the dog pile is dismantled, one child proudly raises their arm in the air holding the ball and the play is complete.

Since we're FINALLY getting some cooler weather (imagine high 80s to low 90s....ahhhhh refreshing), Tom's been working with the little man in the back yard.