Water blogged

I can't believe how long it has been since I last posted! Sorry! Jeez, I'll never be able to remember all that has happened. Maybe I should just write about the pictures. The first photo is from our first river trip of the season. It was after the first big rain a few weeks ago. The San Marcos river was in flood stage and Greg was so excited he could hardly stand it. The boys love throwing rocks in the river, watching Greg paddle, stomping around in the puddles and climbing on the rocks. This was Wyatt's first river experience where he has been old enough to really get anything out of it. He was ready to jump in the rapids and join Greg. He is a water junky like his dad. As you can see from the soggy smile, he really enjoyed sticking his hands in the water rushing over the rocks and having it spray back into his face. It made him squeal with glee. Noah, prefering not to have water anywhere near his face, was just as happy to stomp, shuffle, kick and dance in the water with his feet. Of course it ultimately resulted in a fall and skinned knee. It was obviously worth it, because this picture was taken afterwards. After paddling, Greg played in the water with them. He would grab plants and sticks floating in the river, throw them into the current and they would all watch as it got tossed up and down as it moved downstream. In the first picture Wyatt is asking 'where'd it go?' During Spring Break the kids and I visited Mimi and the rest in Dallas. We took advantage of the boys now being in school. I don't have any pictures because we used mom and Dori's fancy cameras the whole time. Dori has some posted. We shopped (of course), visited the Dallas Arboretum and just hung out. Noah spent the night with Jon one evening. And not ten minutes after arriving there Dori calls me at Mimi's house to tell me that Noah tripped running across her deck and took a nose dive off it onto concrete flagstones. She did a great job comforting and calming him. His right forehead, eye and cheek were pretty much raw meat and a little swollen. Jay asked Noah if he wanted to look at his face in the mirror. Noah asked why and Jay said because he got pretty hurt from his fall. Noah, with full confidence, told Jay "Don't worry about me. I'm going to be Okay!" I guess he was worried he might have to leave. When Noah finally did see himself he said "Ohhhhh." He is so funny. The following week he enjoyed retelling the story to everyone who questioned him about his scratched up face. Sorry I don't have any pics of that either. Our trip to Dallas was fun. Wyatt and Dacy are beginning to play together now. They are constantly on the move and both wanted to spend every moment they could outside. They are going to be great friends and none of us (except maybe Greg) are going to be able to keep up with them. This past weekend we went to Innerspace Caverns. We love to tour caves in the winter and somehow this winter we got busy and never went. Anyhow, the boys had fun. Noah thinks anything with mud puddles is really cool. I was a little scared of keeping up with (meaning losing him down some dark, unexplored tunnel) Wyatt in a cave, but it went pretty well. He tried to climb over a couple of railings, run down some pretty steep, slippery slopes and take a few 'souvenirs', but none of it was any more dangerous than a normal trip to anywhere with Wyatt. I don't think we were the most favorite family our tour guide had ever had- oh well. After the cave, we went to the new Amy's Ice Cream near our house. Right outside is a huge playground and fountain. The ice cream was soooo yummy and we had a great time playing with the boys. Once again, no pictures from our fun family day. I forgot my camera. I have more pictures and more to write but I am just too exhausted. I'll try to add more this week.

2 New Dos

Wyatt turned 18 months yesterday. I need to take both boys to the doctor for check-ups. We will get to it eventually. Today I gave the boys haircuts. It was Wyatt's first full haircut where I tried to actually do some blending. I think it looks really cute but Greg just laughs when he looks at it. I'm not sure what that means and I don't really want to know. He is cute to me. I wish I had a good picture of it. The teeth brushing picture was this morning before and the running Wyatt was this evening after, but you can't really tell much. It is much harder to trim Noah than Wyatt. Noah totally freaks out if one little itchy hair touches any skin below the nape of his neck. I used a clamp from the garage to hold the towel around his neck, forming a tight barrier that no hair would dare pass. Noah only puts up with it for about 10 minutes and then immediately needs a bath. Wyatt sat, in just a diaper and covered in hair, and played with the comb and cup of water while I trimmed away. He was totally unphased and even helped me comb his hair, oil the blades and change the guards on the trimmers. They are just so different it never ceases to amaze me.
As Noah gets older, we have devised many different modes and levels of discipline. One of which is 'time out'. Time out is a little spot on the kitchen floor he has to sit at quietly for at least 4 minutes. He really hates it- mostly because he is not allowed to talk. Sometimes I have to threaten it and when I do, Wyatt immediately runs to the time out spot and sits, waiting for Noah to join him. I guess he thinks it is some big boy game Noah and I play. Noah gets even crankier when Wyatt sits with him in time out, smiling and giggling like he is doing something really cool.
Sunday night we took our 10th grade Sunday school class bowling. It was Noah's first time. Greg, the amazing dad, did a great job teaching Noah what to do and helping him with each shot. He didn't even use bumbers or the kiddy guider thingy. The last game Noah got a higher score than two of the big kids. He had so much fun bowling and being tickled and teased by the high school girls he was asleep before we left the parking lot. Wyatt did good considering how crazy of a place a bowling alley is for a toddler. The first thing he did was run to the racks of bowling balls, pick up an 11 lb ball and try to run with it. I had my hands full and couldn't grab it properly and ended up tripping him, sending the ball bouncing along the floor. Making a bid rucus. He just went for another ball. I spent much of the evening keeping him from stealing people's bowling balls (he really could pick up and carry any size there) and from running down the alleys. Eventually I pacified him with a cup of ice.
We finished out the garden this weekend by putting in the warm weather veggies like tomatoes and squash. Noah's teacher gave the class sunflower seeds and told them to go home, plant them and 'watch them grow'. So a week or so ago we picked a spot behind our pea fence and planted them. After digging little holes, placing the seeds and watering them, Noah stood back, staring at where we just planted the seeds and said 'okay, let's watch them grow'. He was expecting to see them just pop out of the soil right then. We have done a lot of gardening with him so he knows the general process and timeline, but I had to explain to him that his teacher did not mean that those seeds would grow immediately and we would have to watch them for several weeks. He was a little disappointed his teacher did not give him magical presto! seeds.

What girl can resist big blue eyes and a hat?