Monday, October 22, 2012

Peek into our Weekend!

Daddy took Wyatt on his first scout camping trip this weekend.  The theme was Knights of the Roundtable, and they also did a 'Tent or Treat'.  Chris and Wy headed out Friday night to assist in setting up, but the majority of the families showed up on Saturday.

Jordan had a softball double-header, so we stayed in town so she could attend that.

As soon as Chris and Wy left the driveway, Jo and I headed to Blockbuster to rent the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Twilight movies.  We had burgers on the grill, candy and soda, and watched the Twilight marathon.  We're stoked about the last movie.

Saturday while I was at the softball fields, I got a text from Chris telling me that one of the dads had dressed up with a chainsaw (sans chain) and was chasing the kids around the campground scaring the crap out of them.  At one point, Wy came over and asked Chris to take off his night lights so the chainsaw guy couldn't see him.  For the grand finale, the boys were all sitting around the bonfire, eating their candy, and the guy jumped out at them.  Chris said one of the kids threw his candy at him, screaming the entire time, and ran.  I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.  And for the record, my kid is fine.  He laughed right along with us retelling the story.

Jordan's team won their first game, and they tied the second.  Jojo is struggling a bit with her hitting, and so we're trying to figure out how to get her past that.

The boys came home this morning, tired, dirty, and more tightly bonded.

Wyatt proudly showed me his mosaic, his catapult that he built, and his shield.  He won the jousting competition, and earned three beltloops and a patch.  He was a proud boy.

And I'm a proud mama.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Wyatt turns 9.

Wyatt turned nine on Monday.  It's amazing to me the young man he's becoming.  Memaw flew out on Thursday night.  We celebrated with a small party on Saturday with some of his friends from school, and ordering his favorite dinner (Chinese) on Monday.  The highlights of his day were getting a call from his favorite older cousin, the real-life-army-guy Mike, and skyping with his favorite cousin, Skylar.

Wyatt is now the same age that Jordan was when we brought them home.  I can't quite express why that is so significant to me, but it is.  I've also come to terms with the fact that I will never have an 8 year old again.  He is exactly half the age of my eldest son this year.  He is my baby, becoming a good young man.

He's come to love school again, thanks to a wonderful teacher.  He's blowing through his multiplication facts, and division is starting to really click with him.  He loves playing outside, hanging out with daddy, camping, the Broncos, watching Saturday morning cartoons, drawing, playing basketball, fighting with his Nerf swords, building Lego's, fighting with his sister, eating spicy wings, and making us laugh.  Hard.

He's stubborn, snarky, loving, happy, and empathetic.  He's handsome, quirky, smart, and funny.

I'm a blessed mama, getting the opportunity to parent this wonderful child.  I am thankful for his little presence in my life.