From the Mouth of Wyatt

I'm helping Wyatt get into his PJ's

Mom "Wyatt, what about your undies?"
Wyatt "Naaa, I'm gonna free-ball it"

Nice...Wonder who he got THAT from .... DAD!

Wyatt "Smell my finger!"
Mom "Why?"
Wyatt "Just smell my finger"
Mom (smells finger)
Mom "what the heck is that?"
Wyatt (laughing)
Mom (looking serious) "What IS that?"

Wyatt (matching my serious look) "Nuffing"
Mom "Wyaaaat?"
Wyatt "Nuffing!"
Mom "Its funky, what IS that!"

Wyatt "My butt"

Nice.....

Lil M is sick. Fever, crabby. Went to the doc, its just a little viral thingy and her throat has red spots but not strep. I can't keep her healthy. And this is the child I breast-fed the longest!

We got back from the State fair (forgot my camera, good mommy!) she took 2 steps into the living room, found her Carebear, 2 minutes later...we have this....

Rewinding back to Tuesday the 5th. It was National Night Out. Basically, neighborhoods can close of their streets for a kind of block party. The idea is to strengthen police-community partnerships, generate support and participate in Neighborhood Watch programs and build a rapor with your neighbors to keep crime/drugs out. Its was fun. My neighbor and I were in charge of games. We had no idea how many or the ages of the kids coming so we did over 160 water balloons and a big ole' pinata. It was really fun and nice to meet the kids and adults in the neighborhood.

This is our neighbor Cole and Wyatt sharing a water balloon. :)

Above is Emma and the Fire Station Robot Dog thing. Theres a firefighter that talks for it. Every time Emma fell, dude would say "Uh oh!" She got a kick out of this thing. She patted his nose, followed it around, clapped for it. yep, that was her friend. Wyatt......hid behind a tree.

Emma became an honorary firefighter.

Wyatt finally came out from behind the tree when they put the robot away and brought in the big truck.

Oh...she OWNED this truck.

All the neighborhood kids with the firefighters. Wyatt's holding Em on the edge of the bumper.

Grandma

My mum is coming up this morning. We're going to check out the new exhibit at the zoo. This is a big deal. She took the day off and everything. Looks to be nice weather too.

There is something about the mind set of life-long Kenoshans that believe Racine (especially North Racine) is really really far away. I may as well live in Kuwait. We moved back to Racine from San Diego so that our parents could be close to our kids for a while before we had to venture to the opposite coast. They barely see them. Really. If I don't make a point to drive down there, my dad especially, doesn't see them. After all, Racine is REALLY far away from Kenosha. ;) It's like they really have to set aside a huge block of time to come up here. Plan vacation time, arrange a dog sitter, cancel the cable...etc. I complain/tease them all the time. More so tease lately, I mean....what am I going to do? We're leaving next July anyway.

What is up with that ? Is it because I lived in a Metro city after high school, that I no longer think that Racine is a foreign country when living in Kenosha ? My parents and I think my grandparents too, still operate on that "understanding."

Anyway, when the family does make it up, Wyatt is on cloud nine. He loves his grandparents.

So yep, its a huge deal my mum is coming ALL THE WAY up from KENOSHA. :) Applaud for my mum, she took the day off and everything to make this huge drive.

(I'm kidding! You know I love you mum!)

Dead Things

Tis the season....
Time for my dad to haul the whole family to the Pike River Rendezvous. Its a family thing. My dad is friends with a couple Indian dudes and fur trappers. This is my dads element. My dad is the quintessential Mountain Man. I indulged my dads friend for the billionth time in a row about the dead things hanging from his hat and laying all around him. "So, what is that little white dead thing?" "Something like a weasel" he says. "aaahhhh" (Sarah translation... EWWWWW!! Why the hell you want 2 of those things hanging on each side of your face?) Creeps me out a bit.

Anyway..... moving on... Tomahawk Toss. Ok...here's the thing. My father is NOT a sports guy (not saying he's not athletic, just sayin he could care less about sports in general) No, we were not the family that had tag football games in the back yard, softball games, etc. We had a huge tree stump on its side that we shot throwing stars, knives and tomahawks at. That was our sport dad taught us growing up. So in other words, my brothers and I haven't a clue the rules of football, but we can throw a knife on target 99 % of the time.

It took my dad a while to teach me (me, being "the girl") but I came to him when I was little and told him "Dad, I want to throw tomahawks too. Could you teach me, and make me a pink one?"
(I figured, if it was pink and girlie, he wouldn't mind teaching me along with the boys) Sooo...twas done. I learned to throw with a pink tomahawk that my dad made just for me. Still have it too.

Its been a while since I've thrown so I was pretty pleased when I sunk those suckers into the wood. ;) Im pretty sure my dad lit up inside. Yea, dad, I haven't fogotten. ;)

I think when Wyatt gets older, I'll have to think long and hard before I hand over a tomahawk or throwing knife. I may just stick to throwing softballs.