Monday, August 25, 2008
Then he wanted to draw more letters. I drew the ones in orange, obviously. I just love his little purple letters. He drew C,D,E,F, backwards G, H, I, upside down J. He was having a blast.
Monday, August 18, 2008
It was interesting to see how he thought the tools were supposed to be used.When asked what he was doing, he simply replied, "helping". Afterall, Dad and grandpa were working and they must have needed help from a 3 year old.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Ok, so maybe attractive isn't the right word for it. Interesting and absolutely hideous. That may be a better way of putting it.
Apparently there is quite the history behind the nasty looking stashes they all walk around with for a few days. Something about all of the OMM professors having big ole mustaches which come from a tradition of sorts from long long ago. It is a long and not really interesting story. The intersting part is the laughs you get as all of the new first years look around and think what is wrong with all of the people here.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Tab really wanted to the one up on the ladder.While Benton was content to sit on the blanket and eat grass and the random cherries that the kids threw at him.It was all good fun until Tab did this.
He couldn't get the bucket off of his foot and a tantrum ensued as I laughed wickedly at him.
I know, I'm such an evil mom.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
He had pretty good form after watching grandma.
Then we planted some beans.
Of course we had to water everything.
And of course Tab had to help with that too.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Of course we had a little present for the Boogs. However, he of coarse had no clue what it was.So we helped him figure it out. Look at his eyes, he was still so wired.As the boys didn't really need any more toys, we got Benny a few new books.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
He and Jarom had fun wrestling with the dogs.
However, for a little while he was convinced that they were horses.Tab was convinced that he could talk to the dogs. It was kind of funny. I came out and asked him what he was doing and he said, "Just talking to Annie". I never could get him to tell me what they were talking about.The poor kid would probably kill for a dog of his own.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Friday, August 08, 2008
Now, I have saved the best pictures for last. After a while Tab ended up in just skinnies every day as I got sick of changing him into clean or dry clothes. So he ended up in the chicken pen nearly naked. He didn't really seem to care. He was too busy chasing the hens around. He got quite good at catching them.And then what do you do with a chicken once you've caught it? Why you "fly" it of course.And after "flying" the chickens gets old, you corral them in the baby's pen and then take them back out again.After a while the chickens started to get sick of it, so they started perching up on top of the pen where they thought Tab couldn't get too them. Poor things underestimate a determined 3 year old.Tab sure did love those chickens. He still talks about them.