White River

Concerning previous post about Doggy, he has been returned...sort of. The nice people at Gaston's did actually find Doggy and send him back...to Ardie and Tattoo's house. They were supposed to send him here, but hey, we're just glad he's in safe hands and will be home soon. Here are some (well, lots) of pics from our trip to the White River.

A rare pic of the whole family. Mom has lots on her camera that are actually decent of all four of us, but I don't have them yet.

We thought we hit the jackpot when Daddy William found a boatload of wild blackberries. Come to find out they were actually dewberries, but I made cobber with them anyway, and it was still pretty good!

Charlie slept the whole weekend, which is sooooooo out of character for him. He was an absolute angel, which made the trip loads better for us all. :)

William and the Devil Dog, er, I mean Rella. And yes, it was so cool up there in the mornings that we had to wear pants and long sleeves. The weather couldn't have been more perfect.

What a perfect setting for a picture. Too bad I didn't get any good ones out of the million and fifty that I took here.

We had a picnic by the pond Saturday night. Fortunately, the pond is right by the air strip and William got to see a few planes take off/land up close. He thought that was super fun!

Thanks Ardie and Tattoo for such a fun and memorable weekend!!

Somebody call SCAN!

We went to the White River with Ardie and Tattoo this past weekend and had a ball, but I'll have to post that later. We have a more pressing issue at hand....we left a family member there. DOGGY, who is pictured below, has been William's best friend since he was a baby. Doggy is alive, he talks to William, he goes places with us, he is one of the few "baby-ish" things left about William. He serves a multitude of functions around here, and has become a third child to us. William has never slept without Doggy....until last night.

So, let me back track a little. Sunday morning, we are packing up to go home. Both boys were rock-stars all weekend, slept like angels, and minded their p's and q's (as much as a 3 year old can). Daddy William is getting the boys dressed Sunday and Charlie has a blow out diaper. Blow out doesn't really even describe what I walked in on when I came in the room, but there are no other nice words I can use that wouldn't mortify my mother. It was everywhere. Everywhere. Charlie's face, hair, hands, legs, back, feet, you catch my drift....well, hope you didn't, cause it didn't smell nice. It was also all over his pajamas (we had to throw them away it was so bad), all over the bedspread and blanket, not to mention Daddy William. Disgusting. We stripped the bed and left a note on top that it needed to be washed. In all honesty, I really did the next guest a favor because no telling how long it had been since the bedspread was cleaned, but I doubt the cleaning crew carried my sentiments. Halfway home, little William says, "Mommy, did you pack Doggy?" Daddy and I look at each other, with that Oh Sh** look. Surely he's there. We've never come close to leaving Doggy anywhere. Don't panic until we get home. Get home, no Doggy. We call Gaston's...."hey, remember us...the ones whose child poop bombed your cabin, but, would you send us that stuffed animal?"
William thinks Doggy is still at the White River fishing. He even got a phone call from Doggy this morning (aka, Dad at the office) assuring William that he was coming home in a few days. William asked me a little while ago if we had packed Doggy's fishing pole (which does not exist), but I assured him that we had. We think Doggy's en route, but none of us will be at peace until he is back in his rightful place. I've gotta say William has been great without Doggy, but he's been talking about him a LOT. We miss you, Doggy, and hope you come home soon!

HE DID IT!!!!!

Both of them hit a major milestone in Mom's book this week!  Charlie slept last night from....are you ready?.....7:15 pm until 6:45 am!!  Mom got NINE hours of purely blissful, uninterrupted sleep last night, Hooray!!!!!  Thank you, Charlie!  He also finally turned from his back to his tummy yesterday.  He's also learning to put his passy back in by himself.  He still has a way to go before he can do it consistently, but we're on the track to less assistance from Mom in the middle of the night.  Yippeeeeeeeee!!!!!

William for whatever reason has never really taken to riding a bicycle.  He could do it, he just didn't.  When we would get him out to ride it, he would push with his feet on the ground and wasn't interested in peddling. Well, the light finally clicked and now there's no going back!

Happy 4th of July!!

One of my most favorite things about being a stay at home Mom is the ability to pack up and go any time!  The boys and I headed to the lake first thing on Wednesday morning and stayed until Sunday.  Daddy William, Ardie, Tattoo, and Janie joined us on Thursday/Friday.  Fun times!! Little William swam like a fish on Wednesday and Thursday.  After that, the waves got too big, so he didn't swim very much.  Dad and Tattoo took him to pick out some fireworks, which we did on Friday night.  While we waited for Dad to get things set up....better take a swim with Buddy...fully clothed.  (Don't tell, but he didn't have a bath for 4 days anyway, so did it really matter??  Lake water is clean enough, right)??

Not too sure what to think of these sparkler things.  I think I like them, but I'm a little skittish of them, too...

Did you see that rocket??  It went WAY up in the sky!!

Definitely not a fan of the loud noises they make.

Quit taking pictures already, you're getting on our nerves.

I love aunt Janie.

Then came the tube ride with Dad.  Also fun, but a little scary at the same time.  Maybe that's cause aunt Janie was driving the boat....

And then there was Charlie....