Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Dirt



 As an adult, one might be not so pleased with having to have much of your yard dug up to look for a leaky pipe.
But for a child, it is an instant play place:
glorious dirt!
And as it gets cooler, our beach toys have turned into our dirt toys.
There is probably only one thing that is better than dirt,...mud!






Wednesday, September 18, 2013

the ever-so-long waiting for the Wedding Party

Pjs & his suit
"Ready to go."
Thursday night we rode to Alice's.
He chose the long neck tie.
A few days before Mary Margaret's Wedding, we started talking about her Wedding Party. It started when we picked up his new pinstripe navy suit at Alice's house. He loved his suit and did not want to take it off. (Remember the picture of the tractor he rode in a few posts back? He was wearing his suit for that tractor ride.) I did convince him to take off his suit that night, though he really wanted to sleep in it. The next night he woke me up several times asking if it was time to go yet.
I drew a picture of a boy in a long tie and one in a bow tie, and I asked him which he preferred. He picked the long tie. Later, he said that he could go to work with his daddy. I asked him what kind of tie he wanted and he said a "shape" tie (Loving his shapes thanks to Team Umizoomi. {that's a tv show.}) As much as he loves purple, I ordered a purple geometric print in the mail.
A few days later we found his shoes at a consignment shop. And then he was ready. The only problem was,....he had to wait a few more days till it actually happened. Thursday night I had to ride over to the Wooten's to drop something off, so he put his suit over his pajamas, for a little pre-celebrating. He got to hang out with Grant & Jack at their house the night of the rehearsal. And the next morning, he was rearing to go at 9am when I left to do the makeup. Instead he went with Pa, Ma, & Kate's to Ed's Grill for some breakfast, where he instructed Kate what to take pictures of.

 

on the car ride to Ed's
Car ride to  Ed's Saturday morning


 
 


Where's Wyatt?

As the sheets were in the wash, Wyatt found a great use for the pillows:
they made the perfect hiding place.
 


Where's Wyatt?
A closer look.
 
 
 

I was instructed to "hide" too.
Yes, I am in the basket.
Now, where can he be?

A cut above

 Wyatt's new favorite skill is cutting with scissors.
This is a picture he did all by himself at the Smart Start Learning Center (or as we call it, the "play place".) I was really impressed that he colored the top green and the bottom brown. Then, he was instructed to color the leaves many colors, cut them out, and glue them on his tree page. He didn't quite get the concept of cutting around each leaf, but I think he did an impressive job. (Granted I am his mom, so I am sure I am a little biased.)

He loves to cut paper at home as well. We do get the vacuum cleaner out a bit more often now.
My Mama said, you know if he starts cutting, he might cut his hair. That hasn't happened so far, but he did try to cut Daniel's hair once. Thankfully I came to the rescue before any damage was done.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'

Skateboarding
 
His chalkboard drawing of a monster truck
 

 
His ride on the tractor with Jack, Adam, & Sullivan

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Owen's Birthday party

Wyatt
Owen
A few weeks ago, we went down to SC to celebrate Owen's birthday. Owen turned 3 as well as he is one month and 3 days younger than Wyatt. We had the best time!! There were lots of cousins, there was lots of outside time with little boys running (and bigger boys running to, and Charlotte. Kate even joined the action.) I didn't run, but I did do a few cartwheels. They got to feed the chickens and get an egg from the henhouse, see the kittens, and even hold a few of them. Balloons and hotdogs and burgers, and party favors, not to mention cake and ice cream. Wyatt had a ball!
 
 
Hang in there, Wyatt has a winning run at the very end. The theory was Jack and the 3 little boys played against Connor and Charlotte. Reid was on the sidelines watching a cat.