Photos from our Sailing Expedition

Smarty Pants

Wyatt has been starting to call us "Mommy" and "Daddy", instead of "Mama" and "Dada". In the last few weeks, he has also been starting to put a few words together, mostly adjectives, like "BIG truck", "RED car", and "MORE milk." He recognizes a few letters on signs and books, and even some shapes, especially triangle ("TRI"). Sometimes it takes me a minute to figure out what he means, but I am constantly amazed when I do.

This evening we were driving home and Eric was telling me about his hard day. "Oh baby...," he said with a sigh. From the back seat we hear this little voice say, "OH, BAY-BEE." Haha!!!

Does it make us bad parents...

that we gave Wyatt his 1st box of raisins, and bending down to pick it up the ONE he had dropped on the ground, he spilled the entire box and started having a meltdown and we thought the whole thing was hysterical?

Just wondering. ;)

Sail Away...

While I was in Maryland, Eric went to a boat show where he met a couple who work at a boat dealership and have lived on their boat for the past few years. They exchanged information and offered to take us sailing sometime. So yesterday, Eric left work early and we went went sailing for almost four hours.

I have been on boats before, but never a sailboat in particular and neither had Wyatt (obviously). It was just like I imagined it would be: very relaxing with only the wind and the water as a soundtrack. We had a great time and Wyatt loved it, especially when we sailed up close to a floating bouy (sp?) covered in seals. The ironic thing was that he seemed to have more trouble staying upright after we had docked and the boat was still than when we were actually sailing.

The whole time I kept thinking how great the rolling motion would be for a baby with colic, and how we should have met them a lot sooner. ;)

That's My Boy!

Tonight Wyatt participated in his first act of juvenile vandalism. I guess he is getting an early start.

I was outside talking on the phone and keeping one eye on Wyatt as he gathered lots of little rocks off the ground, when I noticed his hands were black. I went to retrieve him, and of course, thinking it was a game, he went in the opposite direction. Until he came to the back of Eric's motorcycle. Where he stuck one hand in each of the tailpipes. Great. So that's where all that grease came from.

Sensing a reprimand, he gave me a devious smirk and started taking off. Which is when I noticed the lemons. One in each tailpipe.

I was so proud.

Right up until the part where I had to stick my own hand in and actually REMOVE them.