The Train Is Rolling

The Potty train has left the station. Wyatt is getting the hang of it, although I don't know if he can figure out when he has to go on his own yet....

The Luck Of The Irish

We started our day with green pancakes and some friends came to eat and play dress up. (Alot more dressing, than eating.) There were 4 girls, and Wyatt. And Wyatt was crushed when the girls wouldn't let him in the room to play pretend. So we put him in his puppy halloween costume, and he was allowed to be the Puppy To The Princesses. And then he decided to become a princess himself (peer pressure, not gender identity issues....). You haven't lived until you've seen a princess in Spiderman underpants, who can stand up to pee....

Shoveling isn't for cowards...

I moved out some holly plants this weekend, and will attempt to keep some azelas alive. Thought I send you a photo of my handing work, and also explain why my back hurts today....pitiful. Eight months of pilates didn't prepare me for 1 hour of shoveling.

Hey All!

Some of my friends who have family far away keep a blog to keep folks posted on the exciting and mundane things that happen. So I thought I'd give it a shot. Can't promise anything regular or spectacular, and don't feel bad if you don't read everyword....

Today was the official start of spring break. I'm celebrating by potty training Wyatt. Wish me luck.

The kids and I went to the OK Science Museum to learn about everything from globes to hyperbolic arc and tree houses. Their favorites were the train, and the play house with a doorbell to ring. We had burgers after that, and came home to sleep.

Next we are off to the part of the neighborhood where they are building a new road. It has been closed since Jan 10 (not that I'm counting), and made my life inconvenient! The kids are enthralled with the dirt piles and big trucks. Last week, I taught them the international gesture for "Please Honk Your Truck Horn" which they found hysterical!

Finally, thought I'd include a photo from a few weeks ago. We had tornadic activity rolling in a bedtime, with just enough noise and light show that they could sleep. So we piled them into our bed to fall asleep, and moved them back after the storms.