Music, Sand, and Tantrums

Today was our last day of fall music...this makes me sad.  We love our Wednesday music class and Little Guy is really starting to get into his songs and likes to sing along to some of his favorites.  We'll be back in January and even better will be the fact that Mr. Wyatt Bear will be sitting up on his own and able to play with some of the instruments too! After music class, Little Guy wanted to "play sand".  Auntie Cari passed on some awesome sand toys and that's where he likes to spend his days now...except he has no desire to play with me, just Odd Ball and Ne-Ne.  He likes me to put them on the side yard and close the gate...that way no one can come in and more importantly, no dog can get out.  It makes me nervous when I watch him from inside the house and I see him trying to jump from the sprinkler system box onto the portable dog crate, but so far, no broken bones.  In the midst of music ending and the sandbox being a main attraction, we've still managed to have some time for tantrums...this terrible twos thing may not be an urban legend after all.  Little Guy has decided he will partake in making my days a little more stressful and my mommy voice a little more tired when he doesn't want to go along with whatever the game plan may be...so far we're handling these little tantrums just fine, but I've heard a dirty rumor that two is nothing compared to three, and if that's the case, these might be two REALLY long years ahead of us...

Mr. Wyatt Bear before and all slicked up after his Wednesday bath

Playing sand with Odd Ball and Ne Ne

This boy and his trains...he's all bundled up this morning to play trains in the planter box.  It's a miracle these trains don't get buried alive every morning.