Little Bunny Foo Foo

...was hopping through our yard.

One day about a month ago a cute little bunny came into our yard. We thought it was the neighbor's. The neighbors thought it was ours. After a couple weeks, The Boy and the bunny got to be good friends. We named him Little Bunny Foo Foo. Then he stopped coming around. We haven't seen him for a while.

So long Foo Foo, thanks for the memories.



To Foo Foo's credit, he only ate weeds. He didn't touch my garden!

4th of July "Brew"haha (re-post)

The Parade: watching it from the lawn of my faovrite house on Center Street; enjoying delish english scones, seeing The Boy's face light up when the fire trucks and ambulances and marching bands went by, watching The Boy eat Cotton Candy.
Post-Parade: My parent's house, BBQ pork sandwiches, coleslaw, watermelon, ice cream cones, star sugar cookies, slipNslide, water balloon launcher, water fights, hammock, chubby babies in swimsuits, The Boy not taking a nap, feeding watermelon rinds to the horses, and of course enjoying an ice cold bottle of the famous Lambert Brew (root beer)!
A Perfect 4th of July.

(I had to re-post this due to some technical difficulties)

Summer Camp 2010

The following post has a slideshow of pics from our annual trip to the Summer Camp Ranch (family owned land) in Colorado. The Boy was a little hesitant about the 4-wheelers at first, but he finally requested Grandma to take him for a ride. After that, those 4-wheelers occupied his mind, day and night. Luckily he was content just t sit on them most of the time. He also loved throwing rocks into the reservoir and going for rides in the canoe and kayak with daddy.

Lions and tigers and bears, Oh my!

Ok, more like elephants and giraffes and merry- go-rounds. There were no lions or bears. I think there was some kind of tiger though.

Grandma and Grandpa A took us all to the zoo a few weeks ago!

Baby Suri

Oh! Here was the lion!

Note the green wagon. I think The Boy loved this more than seeing the animals. We had to "rent" the wagon because mommy forgot the stroller!

The merry-go-round was the highlight of the trip. Along with the green wagon.

And of course the thrilling train ride to end our super fun and educational day at the zoo!

Fire Trucks and Marching Bands

So, this guy I know works for the County Fire Department and we asked him if he could bring a fire truck out to my parent's house and give The Boy a ride.

He did.

The Boy was just in awe the whole time. It was a pretty sweet truck. It has a remote controlled nozzle on the front. We saw the exact truck in the 4th of July parade too!

This is Springville's Art City Days Parade.

The Boy's (and his mama's) favorite part of a parade. Marching Bands!

And fire trucks of course!

Bed?

Who needs a bed?

These last few weeks have been a sleeping nightmare. The Boy absolutely refuses to go to sleep. Even with a routine and shameless bribing, the kid will not fall asleep without mommy or daddy. He won't stay in his bed/room. He has a big boy bed in a new room, but he would rather sneak out and lay on the floor by mommy's bed. The other night he came in our room in the middle of the night and I, my resolution to be "strict" forgotten at 2:00am, just plopped him in our bed. He immediately slid off and went and laid on the floor by my side, sans pillow or blanket. Weird. So the next night, I was ready to be strict, mostly because I am selfish and don't like to spend hours holding my toddler's hand while he thinks about going to sleep. There are books to read, trashy T.V. to watch and quilting to get done, let alone the pure joy of sleep. So, we put jammies on, brushed teeth (with three different toothbrushes, I know, weird right?), read stories, said prayers, and sang songs. Then I told him to stay in his room and go to bed. If he came out I would shut the door. He hates having the door shut. And I left. He came out two times and I just took him back and repeated the deal. Then it was quiet. No pit-pattering of little feet, no reciting of the alphabet, no little voice saying "Mommy, where are you?", just quiet. So, I tip-toed down the hall, he was still in his room and almost asleep on the floor, so I bribed him with an ice cream cone (please don't judge, I am desperate) if he would stay in his room and go to sleep. 20 minutes later this is what I found.

Maybe he is trying out how it feels to be homeless,

or maybe he just really hates his bed.

And maybe a ripped apart diaper box really is the way to go.