I Am an Artist

There is a book called "I Am an Artist" by Pat Lowery Collins that I love to read to Seth. It's such a sweet and beautiful book. Art has never really been Seth's thing. At least not yet. In life, all interests and hobbies are subject to change. It is however, Wyatt's thing..at least for the moment. I found him one day at the table in his sweet little pjs justa colorin' away. He sneaks into Scott's office to get to the markers. I've had to hide the box of crayons in a cabinet because if he can see them, he will climb to them come hell or high water.

Now I don't expect him to grow up and be an artist for a living. The life of an artist is a hard knock life for sure. If I could pick, I'd rather my children be really good at math but we don't pick these things now do we?

It makes my heart swell to see fat little fingers curl around a crayon. Now if only I could FIND the purple crayon. Note to self...don't leave the baby alone with crayons.

Slap me some skin my brotha'

The boys decided to swing for a bit. While swinging, I heard Seth say..come on man..slap me some skin. Haha Wyatt thought it was the funniest thing. They were the high five'n white guys for a good 5 mins. The other photos are just a couple of fun pictures.

Little boy...BIG Ouchie

Well Wyatt is one tough little guy. Tough? Check. Capable? Check. Aware of gravity? Eh..not so much. I can't say this wouldn't have happened if I had been watching..oh I totally watched it happen. He's just faster than I am. He climbed the ladder and them went right over the top. Eeeek...didn't see that coming.

Tumble dry on low, when needed

Dryers are fun. They must be. Both of my boys love the dryer. And what's not to love? Small space. Lots of light. Lots of little holes for little fingers. An echo to boot? So here are my boys..both in the dryer..both at 14 months old. Can you tell them apart? :)

The Dog Days of Summer

It was 746 degrees today. Or something like that. I can't understand it but my dogs still want to go outside and find the sunniest patch of grass and grab a nap. Weird-o dogs!! But whatever, right? I mean, they don't tell me where to nap. And I guess I do understand napping when and where you can. Can't blame 'em I guess.

Arrgggggggg...it's a White Pirate

Last night I created a tasty little cocktail. I'm not saying I'm the first to mix these ingredients together..I'm not saying that this name doesn't exist somewhere. If you've had this at some frat mixer, keep it to yourself. Let me bask in the glory that is my happy concoction. It's just a take off of a White Russian. Ladies and gentlemen..I give you...the White Pirate!

2 oz Kaluah
2 oz Rum
4 oz cream (that's right...4 oz. No one said this was good for you. Live it up.)

As you can see from the ice cubes in Scott's White Pirate, it made for a happy drink. LOL

Out of Africa...I mean Fossil Rim

Took the whole family to Fossil Rim Zoo a few weeks ago. It's a beautiful drive through zoo. Wyatt and Seth loved it. Getting to feed the animals was a real treat. Of course making me sit in the back seat while Seth rides in the front was probably just as big of a thrill. Everyone should take a little trip out there. Beautiful cafe at the end of the trail.