This and That

Crazy mom here.  As Daddy reported in the last post, young Walt is driving me a bit batty these days.  Typical conversation:

"Okay, Walt, we've got a little time before we need to get home for lunch and naptime, so do you want to go to the pet store to see the fish, or to the park?"

"Go see pishies." 

"Okay, let's go see the fish then."

"I wanna go to da park!"

"I thought you wanted to go see the fishies?"

"Go park, Mommy!"

"Fine.  The park it is."

"Go see pishies?"

Imagine this conversation taking place about five times.  In a row.  And you'll have a pretty good idea of why I am constantly pulling out large handfuls of my hair.  I know that he is only two.  And he has a hard time making choices.  But I swear, sometimes I'm absolutely positive that he's doing it just to make me nuts.  And it's working. 

Anywho.

We spent all day Saturday working in the front yard on the flower beds in a vain attempt to draw attention away from the fact that we have no grass.  (We've already decided to try our hand at sodding the front yard this fall, but that doesn't really help matters now.) 

Walt was actually fairly cooperative in that he pretty much entertained himself with his toys and even played with


Mason, from across the street, who brought over his dumptruck, just like Walt's.

Of course, Walt had to stop and change the tires on his truck, as he frequently does.  I'm thinking that with the number of changes he has to make, he might ought to think about changing brands, but that's just me.

Sadly, I didn't get a picture of the finished project (the flower beds, not the changed tires), but I'll make sure to take one when it's fully in bloom this summer.

And finally, after almost three weeks, two surgeries, and one depleted bank account, Evie is home.  She's not too exciting, since she's on sedatives to keep her "chilled" (as the doctor put it), but she is here. 

She has to spend the next four weeks recuperating in a kennel that our neighbors, Tom and Heather, kindly let us borrow.  We also have to do physical therapy with her twice a day and give her (count 'em) five different kinds of medicines everyday.

But she's home, and we're very grateful for that.  Welcome home, puppy dog.

The Art of the Stall

So, let's review.  Walt is two years old, he drives his mother crazy (so much so that when she went to the store earlier, I was worried she wouldn't come back until October) and this is how he does it: a series of highly developed stall techniques.  Here are some, but certainly not all, of his methods.

The Naked Guitarist, Technique One: The Strolling Minstrel

The Flat-Out Fit

The Naked Guitarist, Technique Two: Smiling, Temporary Compliance

The Corn on the Cob (Mealtime is muuuuch longer when you eat it one kernel at a time.)

The Skinny Goalpost

Start early, add these and many others together and you can extend your daily waking hours significantly.  Attention all toddlers!  Watch, learn and just hope your mommy comes back from the store.

The Easter Post

Yes, we're aware that Easter was over a week ago, and that we've been on an 800-mile roadtrip to Lexington, KY,  since then (which we failed to get a single picture of).  But we hope you'll accept our sincere apologies and enjoy the Easter photo album at left.

In other news, some of you may have heard that our dog, Evie, was hit by a car a couple of weeks ago.  She's going to be alright, but is still at the doggie hospital awaiting her second surgery.  We haven't gotten to see her since a couple of days after it happened (they don't want her to get excited), but we are assured that she is doing very well and is expected to make a full recovery.  We'll post pictures of the patient when she finally makes it home.

A Stroll Down Memory Lane

When I arrived on the third floor of Williford dorm for my first year at Rhodes College and met Kate McQuiston and Beth Bernard, I must confess, I never imagined that someday we'd be posing for this picture.  We actually took it after a lovely walk around the campus, and let me tell you, we were quite a sight. 

We left in a caravan from the Bush house, which is located conveniently right outside the back gate of Rhodes.  Beth pushed little Henry (almost 4 months) in his stroller, Kate pushed only-slightly-bigger Henry (almost 11 months), I pushed his brother John, and Walt pushed his dump truck.  School is still in session, so there were plenty of people to gawk at our funny little parade. 

It was a bit surreal to be walking around campus loaded down with four little boys, strollers, diaper bags, sippy cups, and toys, when we used to carry only our backpacks.  But even the walk to Fisher Gardens for graduation was not as meaningful to me as that quick stroll with two of my best friends and our children.  Even if I did end up carrying the dump truck.

This Picture Speaks for Itself

Doodlebops and other things

This week my social schedule included a weekend in Murray with Gram and DeeDaddy.   Spending time with grandparents is really fun cause sometimes they let you do things mommies and daddies don't...but not always!  Saturday morning Gram offered wakkels for breakfast but I asked her if she had panpakes...I got panpakes!  I even got to make some out of playdough!  Don't t they look yummy?

Then we went to see Aunt Puppy (she's feeling better after her surgery...see, she's smiling!) and Uncle Mancil (he has a cool truck!)

Mommy, I know you are going to say my shoes don't match my shirt, but that's one of those things Grams and Nanas let you do... pick my own outfits!  Besides, Daddy bought me these cool shoes and I like them!

Then we were off to the "Doodlebops" concert.  For those of you who don't know, they are a Disney kids' rock group.  They have a new TV program and since Murray is such a hot market they came there on their US tour.  It was fun and loud.

Well, it's almost time to go home and I can't wait to see Mommy and Daddy and Evie, but I have had fun...but not as much as Gram and DeeDaddy.  They sure smile and laugh a lot when I'm here! 

Oh. one more thing...you know how football players get cats' paws or buckeyes on their helmets when they do something good?  Well, let's just say I did something good TWICE (actually 3 times-once after this picture)!  I'll do most anything for Red Car and Mater!