T-ball is underway! We've been to the parents meeting and one practice--the next practice is tonight. Brent's team is the Sand Gnats. Now who comes up with something like that? Sand Gnats??? Some of the other teams in his league are the River Dawgs, the Raptors, the Express and we get called the Sand Gnats. Anyway....... Last Friday, Enterprise hosted a shindig for Michael's work at Main Event. We got to eat and drink and bowl. Brent was in heaven, of course. Wyatt had a blast of his own since there was plenty of loud dance music playing. He really has some moves! We had our annual neighborhood cookout that our street does every September. We had a busy day so just went late with a dessert and spent a little time visiting. Our other big happening of late is our dishwasher died, so we have been shopping for a new one. Michael is off this Thursday and Friday and I switched Kayla's schedule so we can all enjoy a four day weekend together. I can't wait!
To Brent: You are doing so well with speech class. The second day I took you was a little hard and you teared up about me leaving you, but that is the only time there has been an issue. You love going and ask almost daily when you get to go again. I am so pleased with your speech therapist and am so happy this is turning out to be a positive experience for you. You continue to be very obsessed with your XBox 360 game--Kameo. It's pretty much all you can think about and talk about. Daddy and I were so proud of you at your first T-ball practice. You did a great job listening and participating in everything. We weren't sure how it would go being a new situation with all new people, but you took right to it. All of a sudden you have a life with a schedule! Speech class on Mondays, T-ball practice on Tuesdays, speech AND T-ball on Thursdays, and games on Saturdays. It is just great to see you doing well and having so much fun. We have been having a few battles with you behavior wise lately and it is so hard to know how to handle those times. The littlest things will make you "flip out". One night we were getting ready to eat dinner and I had laid all our forks out on the counter and you started bawling because you wanted to get your own fork out. Another time you got upset because we got Taco Bell to eat and you insisted you didn't want anything until we got home and suddenly you did want Taco Bell. We had bought an extra burrito to be prepared for this and Daddy offered to share his nachos with you, but you bawled over not having your own cheese to dip in. All these little things leave me ??????????. I am torn between hugging you because it seems like you are just very emotional and popping your butt and telling you to quit being a big brat. Most of the time we end up just sending you to calm down in your bed and it seems to be working ok. I can only guess this is a hard age and with a lot of new changes in your life you are just more prone to meltdowns. Hopefully things will balance back out soon!
To Wyatt: You are really having your ups and downs lately. Our pediatrician told us at your 15mo appt to expect your two year molars to show up around 18 months and it appears they are on their way. You walk around with you entire hand shoved in your mouth and drool running everywhere. You also have many moments of grumpiness in between being cute and silly. You have some new words...right now Daddy! is hands down the most wonderful word ever invented, you say it a lot and with such excitement. You've also been saying hot, hot, hot!, balloon--not real clear, but I can tell it's what you are saying, and I've heard cracker and duck a time or two. Last night in the bathtub you really cracked me up. You started leaning forward and dipping your forehead down in the water and then sitting up and letting the water run down your face. After you had tried this a few times and gotten it down, you stood up in tub, looked towards the door and yelled "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!". It was quite obvious you were calling him to come check out your newest trick which I am sure you picked up from me calling for him to come see what you are up to. As soon as he appeared you sat back down and showed him what you were doing. You are a stinker!
Here are a few pictures...
Just posting this one because I think it is too darn cute! His expression is just soooo HIM.
16 month olds can play T-ball, too!
Hard to get a good picture of a moving target
Wyatt shakin' his booty
Batting practice
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