Pull My Finger

Boys will be boys....and I guess Little Guy is old enough to fall under that cliche...tonight as I was heading upstairs to put Mr. Wyatt Bear to bed, I hear Daddy say "Wesley, pull my finger", and then I hear Wesley erupt in laughter...yes, he's reached the age where farting is funny...

Pumpkin Patch

Today we met up with Miss Peyton to take our first trip of the season to the pumpkin patch!  It was Mr. Wyatt Bear's and Miss P's first trip period...I am so excited they are both having their first Halloween in just 30 short days!  Miss P was of course dressed to impress in her Halloween gear and my two sweet bears were sporting matching fall flannels, it was preciousness all around.  Little Guy was in heaven with all the jump houses and the baby pumpkins...I probably should have bought about 10 pumpkins as he was really into picking them up and setting them back down in a not so gentle manner, but we ended up with just two, one for Mr. Wyatt Bear and one for Little Guy.  Auntie even went down the GIANT tiger slide with Little Guy- she ended up with a friction burn on her elbow but we didn't say anything since there were GIANT signs everywhere saying "12  years old and under only".  We tried to capture a cute photo, but these three like to make that task next to impossible...

Baby Elmo and Baby Cookie

I thought Little Guy was outgrowing Sesame Street since he is SO INTO TRAINS these days, but then he discovered the baby Cookie Monster in my party decor and he's been attached ever since...I think the eyes feel good on his molars, he has them in his mouth CONSTANTLY.  I think stuffed animals are super gross, and my thoughts were confirmed when I watched Little Guy drag baby Elmo along an outdoor window sill (which was FILTHY!) and then snuggle him against his chest...GROSS!!!  But when I look in my rear view mirror and see this preciousness, my heart melts at how little he is and how tender and loving he is to his "baby" stuff animals ( he insists on calling them baby Elmo and baby Cookie).

Piggy bank

Little Guy was so excited, he found a quarter in the garage (we're going to have to clean up our act with change as soon as Mr. Wyatt Bear is mobile and capable of choking on these exciting coins!), and promptly called me out to see it. I asked if he wanted to put it in his piggy bank and he said yes....by the time I came back downstairs with his piggy bank, he was playing trains (shocker, right???). I asked where the quarter was and he said, "All done quarter". I asked where it was all done and he brought me into the office, and showed me where he put the quarter.....into the paper shredder, along with some other quarters....apparently this was his new piggy bank. It's a good thing he showed me before I ran the shredder, or I think we would have been raiding the piggy bank for a new shredder otherwise.

Fashion Forward

Here's how Little Guy's day went fashion wise:

1. Wake up and instantly decide you're going to hate wearing pants or shorts of any kind...it's been his breaking point as of late, anything on below the waist results in a total meltdown.

2. Allow Mommy to finally wrestle you into skinny jeans and a white shirt with the intention to wear a plaid flannel over it.

3.  Decide you now hate shirts that cover your arms....

4.  Decide the boots Mommy picked out can't be worn and you MUST wear your new, perhaps slightly still too big, rain boots

4. While shopping in OshGosh, decide the dorky red train sweater Mommy is secretly so glad you don't own is something you have to try on...and pull the tags off...and bring home...and it's decided if you're going to look darling in the dorky sweater, then Wyatt Bear needs one too.

5. Continue rocking the new sweater, skinnies, and rain boots, while trying on beanies and preferring the NEON orange one...Mommy doesn't buy the beanie.

6. Insist on napping in your diaper and new sweater....you sweat, ALOT.

7. Mommy swaps out the pants for shorts so now it's khaki shorts, rain boots, and a train sweater....

8. Wrap up yourday after a bath and decide you must sleep in just your new dinosaur robe, and nothing else (except a diaper)!

Little Guy, you are truly a strong spirited fashionista, and Mommy LOVES your crazy style!

Mama Scare???

Today we celebrated Grandma Patty's birthday with a family dinner at our house.  Her birthday fell on Tuesday and she was in Oregon with all her "boys" so we waited to have dinner.  It was nice to have the family over and Little Guy was VERY excited to show Uncle Luke his room and see if he was scared.  Ever since we went to the Halloween store together and I told him "Mama is scared!", he uses a very cautious voice and says "Mama scare" whenever we see ANYTHING Halloween related.  Well Little Guy has spider lights, a Mickey Mouse pumpkin, and a led glitter pumpkin in his room, so it's really "scary".  All day he said "Uncle Luke scare???" and he couldn't wait to show everyone.  He was quite proud at the end of the night when everyone went up to see his scary room, he laughed and giggled when everyone came in.  I can't wait to see him Trick or Treat this year, Mr. Wyatt Bear will have a very good trick or treater teacher for next Halloween.

Little Guy with two of his "scary" pumpkins. He loves them so much he requested "cheese" (photos) with them.

Single Parents are No Joke

Daddy's been gone for three days and boy, let me just say that being a single mommy, even just for three days, is no joke!  I am lucky I have the two sweetest bears (I might be a little biased!) to play with all day, but when Daddy's away, there's no rest for the weary and some days I am just as ready for bed at 7:00 as my little babes are!  Daddy is coming home today and we couldn't be more excited...Little Guy has been asking for him and today I told him Daddy would be home to play choo-choos before he went to bed, that resulted in a loud "yessssss!" (complete with a fist pump Home Along style)!  I agree Little Guy, YESSSSSSSSSSS Daddy is coming home!