DERBY!

Daddy took me to the Demolition Derby tonight! I came home jerking my fist in the air and yelling "Derby!" in a gruff voice. Mommy thought it was adorable, but I was trying to be tough!

I also got to ride a few carnival rides. Pics will be posted ASAP!

Fall Sampler

We spent yesterday afternoon at a local plantation at their annual Fall Sampler. It is mainly for the kids, with pony rides, Thomas the Train wagon rides, a petting zoo, and all the typical carnival food one could desire. It was a lot of fun, aside from the wutz suffering from a horrid cold. He took it all in stride, which means he pretty much forgot about his illness by the fifth ride on Thomas the Train!

Riding the Train!



Pebble Hill Plantation



One section of the stable. Nice huh? Don't show this picture to my horses, please!



Sign posted by one of the original plantation owners.



Fun in the garden!



Colter hanging out with a hunting hound statue.



Daddy's Glasses

G is for Glitter

Mommy wasn't a fan of G week! This green glitter got everywhere and it is still all over the inside of my bookbag!

Daddy's Little Helper

A trip to Lowe's for supplies...




He simply refused to take off that ugly John Deere hat. But he loved riding in the loading cart thingy!

(Pix were snapped with my cell phone, which accounts for the terrible quality!)

Fall Fingers

I love that the tree is decorated with his fingerprints!



And a little coloring:

No no!

Tonight after reading the wutz two books, I prepared to put him to bed. He grabbed his glow worm, which he calls Baby. He gave it a squeeze and the music played. It served as a painful reminder of this morning, at 5am, when he started playing his glow worm over and over and over.

So tonight I decided that I'd open the back of said glow worm and turn off the sound. However, the wutz would have none of it. He snatched Baby from me, ripped open the back and flipped the switch back so it would play music. Then he looked up at me, lifted on index finger and wagged it back and forth and said, "No no!"

I truly cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard.


Priceless!

So Literal!

Sometimes I forget how completely literal little kids can be. Today, after lunch, the wutz retrieved a bag of Doritos from the kitchen counter. I told him that if he was going to snack on them, he needed to put them on the coffee table.

He listened all too well. ~sigh~

Schoolwork

I love the feet. I can't believe how big they've gotten, though!

Fish Eggs?

E is for Egg



F is for Fish

Manic Monday

We enjoyed a little painting at home on my day off!

E is for Elephant

More Pix:

Pretend Puppy

We have seven dogs now. We did have ten but, unfortunately, we lost three this year. I think with that many dogs, we may be doing something wrong with the wutz.

What do you think?

Wutz in a Bucket

I placed a massive order from Jeffers the other day. The items arrived today. It was all supplies for the animals. The largest being four feed buckets for some of the horses. When I placed the order, I thought the buckets looked really small in the pictures, but I took a chance. Turns out the pictures were very very misleading!

School Art and a Tractor House

First, the work that the wutz did at school today:


Later this evening, the wutz insisted we build a tractor house, which basically means a megablock building that he can drive his tractor through once, then crash it by whatever means necessary. He did pause to relax a bit before beginning the destruction, though.

Wutz Proof?

I don't know how or why, but there is no cup on this planet that is wutz proof. He is able to crack open every single sort of lidded cup in some interesting way.

When he was a baby just cutting his first teeth, he learned that he could use them like a bottle opener to pry the lids off the disposable sippy cups. He'd laugh as the contents of said up were unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

Then he grew bored with prying the lids off. By then he had all his teeth in place and would gnaw on the sippy cup spouts until they were significantly cracked enough to be able to pour copious amounts of liquid onto the floor once more.

Next he mastered his fine motor skills. This meant that he could grip the sippy cup lids and twist them until the lid easily came off. Again there was a juice puddle on my floor.

Finally, I felt as if I had a handle on his tendencies to pour his juice rather than drink it. Until yesterday.

After preschool we stopped at Chick-Fil-A and got him a Kids' Meal with a sweet tea in a styrofoam cup. We've never had an issue with it before. Until we were halfway home and I heard a soft pop. I turned my head to see a toddler-thumb sized hole in the side of the cup, which he was using to pour Sweet Tea onto the floorboard of my Expedition.

Grrrreat.

He has to stop this someday, right?