Saturday, September 25, 2010

Building the Bridge







Pappy: "Safety is an important part of farm work"
Wyatt: "Sooo...just so we are clear. You have to look like a tool to work with tools?"

















"I'll grab the chainsaw!"



































The bridge inspector: "Yup. Seems sturdy"





















"Nope. Not as sturdy."

Sunday, September 19, 2010

I feel the need. The need for speed.

Day at Millican

Both kids were a little groggy Saturday when we whisked them from their beds and threw them into their car seats. Breakfast? A healthy round of McDonald's for all. Shelby was so excited she set out her Aggie dress the night before. As you can see from her face below, she was super duper pumped.

 














Wyatt on the other hand....

 

"Get the camera out of my face, hand me my Mcmuffin, and back away."


 


 








We are unloading the car after we get to Millican when my husband asks "Where is our youngest child?"
"Who? Oh, him. He's fine."
How did I know that my missing one year-old was fine wandering around a large barn full of dead bugs and grease? Because I have wicked, awesome mommy telepathic skills that keep me mentally in-tune with every member of my young flock.
Or I saw him heading straight for the gator and knew where he would remain until someone pried his fingers from the steering wheel.


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The funniest part is that she has no clue what she is holding.





Shelby decides to join Wyatt.


Good Times!

Friday, September 17, 2010

First Real Haircut

 
 
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Shelby at the ripe old age of three has had her first REAL haircut. Aunt Bonnie trimmed up her budding mullet awhile ago, but that didn't really count. I drove to the local kid's hair salon and, one lollipop later, here we are! Note to all parents of curly-haired children out there: wet hair is shorter than it appears!

Swamp Rat

 
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All I can say is that this kid is having a stinkin' good time!

What? This old thing?

So, I have relaxed some in my parental standards. We still eat fairly healthy and bathe frequently, but, if Shelby wants to wear, say, a Little Bo Peep outfit to go eat at Cici's pizza, I let her. I mean, she'll want to be normal soon enough. Why rush it?

 
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Shelby: "What? This old thing? I only put it on when I don't care what I look like."
Wyatt: "We are NOT related."

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Who needs a fork?




What can I say?

She takes after her mother.

How four year old pirates talk


Are you batman?


No I like spider-man.



*grunting*

Note: actual conversation

My two blondies


Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!

This last weekend our whole family packed into my mother's car and headed for a whirlwind trip to my nephew's pirate-themed party. As my sister is a decorator, one can see her inability to go less than all out awesome. One of the cutest games was "walk the plank" over a baby pool. The foam swords used for another game came in handy later when the boys played "hit each other as hard as possible while jumping on the trampoline." Wyatt commandeered the motorized gator of which I have no pictures. "Why?" you ask. Oh, only because he has got the gas pedal down (and I do mean down), but steering is non-existent. Combine that with a yard full of kids, and you get zero pictures. Shelby, noticing mom's lack of attention, made full use of the easy access Skittle bowl. There's fruit juice in those...right?






Aaaah! Nothing like cousin bonding over some ice cream.


Safe to say Wyatt enjoyed his ice cream. What little made it into his mouth anyway.


Mac (and family) fresh from his victory over the pinata.


Super awesome cake my sis made.


So so so many captions I could put here, but I will let the facial expressions of the two boys speak for themselves.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Momma ain't the only Target lover



Shelby is learning so much at three years old. Letters, counting, the fact that Target has a princess aisle, you know, all important skills to help her out later in life. I remind her every trip that we are NOT buying anything (!!!). This in no way dampens her enthusiasm to walk down while pointing out and naming every. single. princess.

Good thing my son is a patient shopper.

Aggie Opener

"Here, bro. Let me help you over that edge"