We've had a few good storms in the last couple months, which of course makes a tempting mud puddle in the dip in our driveway. What's funny about this is I saw the white shirt in your closet that morning and thought, I don't think he's ever worn that - probably because it's white and he'll ruin it. Oh well. And then I let you go outside and play in a mud puddle after telling you not to get muddy.
Sometimes I seriously doubt myself as a mother.
But you guys got to be kids, and it all comes out in the wash.
Except the mud on the white shirt. That didn't come out.
We went to the State Basketball finals in Richfield because Panguitch was playing, and Bosten and Quade were there with grandma and grandpa too. I was hesitant to go in the first place because you honestly are exhausting to me to take anywhere, but your dad convinced me. We made it through the game without too much of a problem and then went to eat at Taco Time. You guy were kind of all going crazy and I made an exasperated face and your dad said something about me blowing things out of proportion. Then a few minutes later when I stood up to refill our drink you hit the edge of the tray that my yummy, amazing, Taco Time food was on and it flew threw the air and onto the floor. Super. I looked back at your dad and asked if I was still blowing things out of proportion?
I'm pretty sure this is another one you took of yourself in the messy toy room.
We had a sleepover at grandma Hillier's house one night, and grandma and I couldn't stop laughing at your hair the next morning. I remember it being a pretty rough night trying to keep you asleep, and you definitely showed it.
One day as I sent Logan in to shower you decided you were getting in with him. I'm pretty sure the two of you just slid back and forth in there the whole time before I made you get out. Then Logan turned on the "fire" and you two dorks sat there and got warm for a few minutes.
I cut my hair off in September. It's not my favorite. Neither are those glasses now that I look at them. You're cute though.
Speaking of glasses, you found some of Tessa's one day and decided you couldn't live without them. Don't mind the fact that you are still wearing your pajama shirt. At least you are wearing pants. Some days that is my biggest victory.
On another trip to grandma Hillier's house Logan and Tessa caught some butterflies from their field and put them in a jar. You were obsessed and loved to watch them.
On that trip we also went to the Children's Museum in St. George, and you guys had a blast.
Then we went over to the carousel and found the craziest horse to ride. Notice that your foot is all wet? They had an exhibit where you could stand in the middle of a circle and pull a bubble up around you. We couldn't get it to work, so you just stepped in the bubble solution and called it good.
I was at Tessa's t-ball practice talking with Haven's mom saying that I used to see pictures of kids doing crazy things and wonder why their parents didn't watch their kids and how I know better now. She agreed, and we exchanged some stories (Haven is about 6 weeks older than you), and she said that just the other day Haven had spilled a gallon of milk on the counter. That day had been crazy, so when we got home from practice I was in my room talking with dad when I heard someone getting the milk out of the fridge. I didn't think much of it until I heard splashing, and I KNEW right away what was going on. I didn't even get mad or yell, just grabbed my phone, took a picture, and went and laid down on the bed for 5 minutes before I got up the desire to clean up the mess.
Here's you just being cute in Logan's coach pitch hat. This is why you are still alive - you can be so cute when you want to be.
You used to HATE the car wash. I'm pretty sure I've documented that in these letters at some point. Well the other day on our way to Panguitch dad took the truck through, and you didn't scream! You just held on to your siblings' hands and closed your eyes tight. You were hamming it up more than you were actually scared, but it was still pretty funny.
While we were in Panguitch we got to spend some time with cousin Paizley. You pretty much adored her and stayed by her side whenever you could. You also didn't mind riding in her pink jeep.
We went out to Dog Valley on Easter Sunday where Logan caught a lizard. I thought you would be a little more afraid of it than you were, but you let us put it in your hands.
And you got your share of candy on the Easter egg hunt. We missed our usual outing out at Kodachrome this year, but Dog Valley was a pretty good substitute.
And you only got a little dirty and tired.
You fell asleep on the way from Dog Valley to Panguitch, but then you woke up as we headed from Panguitch to Kanab. You were still so tired but not sleeping, so this is the face you made a lot of the way home. It was cracking us up.
And, yes, the splash pad is back on. Summer is officially on its way now, and we can no longer go to the park without throwing towels in the back of the car in case someone decides to get in. For some reason there is no middle ground with you guys - you either stay away or you get completely drenched. It definitely makes me look forward to summer.
A few weeks ago we were at the park and you told me that the firs weasel was broken. I was obviously confused and asked you to say it again, and you said, "The firs weasel is broken. It's not going." I looked to where you were looking and realized you were talking about the big windmill in the park. Then I realized you were calling it a ferris wheel - not firs weasel. I laugh about that one every time we go to the park now. Everyone comments on how well you talk, but I love the things that aren't quite right more than anything.
You may be a terror, and even grandma Hillier agrees that I have a valid reason for you being our last baby, but we love you so much and wouldn't trade you for the world.
There's still a small chance we may try to find a temporary home while you finish getting your molars though. Just bite me again and see what happens.
Love you kiddo,
Mom
1 comment:
Ty, You are such a delightful little boy. You come up with the funniest things and some are quite daring you scare me. Love you little guy tons and tons.
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