Linder Farms

Hay rides, pumpkin picking, doughnut eating, tractor riding. It was a happy night.

Our 2 attempts at a family picture. Nailed it.

Love.

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I had a birthday. And I felt very loved. My family and friends spoiled me and made me feel extra special. Lots of calls + texts, packages in the mail, dinner with Sean and lunch with friends. It was a birthday week! And that's just how it should be. 

Sean took me to Barbacoa for dinner. And it really was so so good. My steak? They lit it on fire. And served it to me on a hot rock on top of a giant wood platter. And made us the best guacamole i've ever had right at our table. I was just so happy the entire time. Because Sean makes me happy. And so does food.

Wyatt Reads

My Mom bought Wyatt a Lightning Mcqueen book about a month ago. He hasn't put it down since. Each night he has us to read it to him before he goes to bed. The past few nights, he has wanted to read* it to us. It's pretty much the most precious thing you will ever listen to. 

Thanks, Grandma Eve!

ps. I also love how he announces that he has to go poo at the end. I bought him another Lightning + Mater book today as a "poo poo prize." He is pretty much determined to have a BM.

*Sean wanted me to clarify...Wyatt does not know how to read. He just memorized the pages after weeks of us reading it to him :)

3 years

Wyatt turned 3 on July 31st. We had a little Birthday party for him with just a couple of his buddies. He requested that he have a "Cars" party. So that is just what he got. Sean and I made them cardboard box cars. We played a "stop-go-slow" game. They were bored out of their minds. So we moved on to frosting mini cakes and opening presents. Later that night, around 11:30pm, he was still playing around in his room. I went in and told him that it was time for him to go to bed. His reply: "I'm just too happy!" So I think he had a good day. We love you, Wyatt!

ps. Why do I have that purple shirt on in every.single.picture. Clearly I need to start mixing things up a bit in the wardrobe dept.

Wyatt's Birthday Picnic

Wyatt wanted to have a picnic for his Birthday, so we went on a drive out by the lake, parked the truck and  had a little lunch + Idaho Spuds for dessert. It was a good time.

State Fair

If you are thinking about taking your kids to the fair. Don't. They will most likely have simultaneous meltdowns and immediately get diarrhea upon arrival. And! You will end up paying $75 per person for really gross food + 15 second rides while getting attacked by mosquitos and sweating to death in the 100 degree heat. I'm also 99% sure that we all contracted the AIDS virus while trying to hose Wyatt down in the public bathroom after said dysentery took action. Sick.

Jude's face pretty much sums up our evening.

"Preschool, here we come!"

Here are a few pictures from Wyatt's first week at preschool. Grandma Eve was able to be there for his first day at school. It was extra special!

My main concern: He had to be "fully potty trained" to start preschool.  Which apparently means he has to be able to walk upstairs and down the hall to the bathroom. Take his clothes off (he insists on removing everything except his shirt), and put them back on. Wash his hands, dry off etc. etc. Then make his way back downstairs to his classroom. All by himself.* (Weird?) So we are working on that. I'm trying to make the whole process easier for him (mainly the dressing part)....so I'm on the lookout for shorts that have a stretchy waist and no buttons/snaps/zippers that don't make him look like a complete dork. Any suggestions?

* Today his teacher found him in the hall, just casually getting a drink from the water fountain. Shorts and underwear around his ankles. Classy, Wyatt.

And here is what is going on at home while Wyatt is in school. Fun.

Homeboy knows how to make jam.

Get in line ladies.

Summer

A few weeks in UT visiting family, going to the Discovery Museum, camping, hiking. Just having the time of our lives basically.

The Boise Zoo. The butterfly exhibit was awesome. Can you believe what a good mom I am? I have a severe moth phobia (and let's be honest, a butterfly is the moth's fancy sister), so I think I deserve the Mom of the year award for taking my boys through that death trap.

Eagle Island + Lucky Peak is where we have lived the past few weeks. Until the nasty geese at Lucky Peak decided to poo everywhere and contaminate the water with E. coli. Don't worry, because my kids would just inhale that water while they rolled around in it. No biggie.

Go summer!