Tuesday, April 19, 2011

New Shoes!

Well, not new new, but new for Grant. Not sure why both of my children are so finicky about their shoes, but they decide they like a pair and it is the ONLY pair that they will wear. There is no need for sandals, dress shoes, etc in this house. We need to settle on one pair and then hope we can find them in the next size up.

Grant had a really hard time giving up his Robeez. Long after he was walking (and running) he refused to part with them. I let him wear down his last pair this winter and then we had to get through the ugly transition.... He held on long enough that he fit into his Thomas the Tank Engine boots. They are rain boots, but he adored them.
He adored them so much he literally shredded them. Fairly sure that rain boots are not designed to be worn daily, all day long. But so be it. They were well loved little boots. And he was devastated when they fell apart.

It was a battle, but I think we've made it through....

We must decorate them with Thomas stickers, but it's a small price to pay for another baby step into boyhood for this one.

Jumpy Castle Gymnastics

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Pure Joy

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Tis the Season!

At the end of a long day playing in the backyard, digging for worms (ah boys), gardening, and sliding down into the mud pit it was time for bath.  Summer time, bath is every night. Non negotiable.

As they got into the bath, the mud just washed off them. Aid asked in a concerned voice, "mama! What is happening to the water?!!"

"That's the sign you have had a fun day of playing little man!"

"Oh boy," he says, "We had A LOT of fun!"

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Brothers



(Spaghetti sword fight anyone?)

And the Grammy Goes To....

Aidee Bures for his fantastic rendition of You Are My Sunshine....a classic that he has added his own flare to!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Seriously?

Grant took a swing and landed himself on time out.

Sticking it to us he ran upstairs and locked himself in the bathroom.

After trying to help him unlock it, trying to take apart the door, getting a ladder that won't reach the window even if it were open (which is wasn't) and trying to talk down an increasingly freaked out 2 year old (and his mother) there was only one thing left to do.

It pains me to relive this...

It's a bad camera angle, but that is a sledge hammer in my darling husband's hand....

And my poor door.

Grant was found hysterical and petrified in the corner of the room.  And now there is no door to the bathroom. Who needs a door right?

We had a loooong talk about just taking the time out next time.  This ones gonna have to learn things the hard way.