7.3.11

We spent part of the afternoon outside, Josh and I were weeding out the flower beds in the front yard, and making a 4th (5th? 10th?) attempt to pull out the creeper vines. Those things are AWFUL. While we were working, so was Wyatt! He used sidewalk chalk on the driveway, the Taurus, the van, the front door, the garage door and the neighbour's Hydro truck (!!). Here he is, showing off his artwork. I was informed that this was his name - I'll have to fill him in later on in life that if he's going to deface buildings, he may not want to leave his actual name.

7.2.11

I stole this picture from Josh's mom, I thought it was so sweet. :)

7.1.11

We have smiles! And of course, they're directed at Wyatt (and he couldn't care less).

6.30.11

Our house has been hit by a stomach bug. Thankfully (I guess?) just Wyatt and I are sick. I should have clued in a few days ago when he said his stomach felt funny - it's not something he's ever said before, so I assumed he'd heard it on TV or at daycare and was just repeating it. And I really should have clued in when he wanted to just "rest". This kid is moving non-stop most of the time, resting is not something he ever chooses to do. Unless he thinks he will be rewarded with a pudding. He'll do anything for a pudding cup - and I may or may not have recently used one to have him pose for a picture with Paige. What? It worked - a win-win situation...I got a picture where it looks like he enjoys the company of this small person who now takes up all of mommy's time and cries A LOT and he got a pudding.
But speaking of crying a lot, can anyone give me insight on colic? I'm kind of at a loss with what on earth is bugging Paige. She is a fantastic night baby (hooray!), waking only once or twice for a bottle. But during the daytime, she's a little...squirrely. First we thought gas. Then acid reflux. I'm now sure it's a bit of both, but nothing seems to help. She grunts and squeals and cries and is stiff as a board - you can just see she is clearly uncomfortable. Ovol hasn't made much of a difference, rubbing her belly in the horseshoe shape makes her even more upset, as does "bicycling" her legs. Laying her on her belly is all fine and good until she spits up half her bottle. :/

6.29.11

Pretty intense look, isn't it? This kid is SERIOUS about playing outside. He doesn't care if it's windy, rainy, cold, too hot....he wants to go into the backyard. He has a sand and water table (which is currently only filled with water on both sides), and he'll move the water from the table to a pail, then from that pail to another pail, from that pail to ALL OVER MY FEET. I don't know why it always ends that way, and it's never intentional, but he always splashes me. Or maybe it is intentional.

6.28.11

We had a lovely day today. I guess all of Paige's fussiness caught up with her and she was more settled and slept a decent amount. We went for a nice long walk after taking Wyatt to daycare (which he just loves these days, wish I could afford for him to him to go more often). We had to pick him up a little earlier than usual because his daycare provider's daughters had swimming lessons, so Paige and I walked down there again and we wasted lots of time walking back. Wyatt can be SO slow when he wants to be (which is often), a ten minute walk can easily take 30 minutes. He's in the habit of stopping when vehicles or people go by, so you can imagine how quickly we move. We played in the backyard when we got home - I snapped this picture of Paige shortly after she woke up (she looks impressed, doesn't she?). When Josh came home, we all packed up and went out to Boston Pizza for supper - Paige slept through the whole thing, and Wyatt was on his best behaviour. I had lemon grilled salmon, and it was delicious! It wasn't hard to choose something healthy today - I really don't like their pizza or pasta, and I'm not a huge burger fan either...doesn't leave a lot! Anyone who's known me for more than a few years will know that's why my "usual" at any restaurant used to be chicken fingers and fries. :P

6.27.11

No new pictures here today, it has been a very long and frustrating day. My Grandma Funk passed away yesterday. This is a picture of her and Wyatt 2 years ago at Christmas. One of my favorite memories of my grandma was when my cousin and I would stay overnight when we were younger. She gleefully helped us scoop lard into a bowl, cover it with chocolate sauce and sprinkles and try to pass it off as ice cream to my grandpa (he didn't fall for it). And who can forget some of her famous dishes like fried Spam, tomato soup with full sized carrots (never understood that one), wiener stir fry and wiener pizza! She made a killer chocolate zucchini cake though, so delicious!
Love you Grandma!