and auntie to him...
and sometimes we swim...
and measure corn on a whim.
(Sorry, I had no idea when I started this post it would end up rhyming. It's all I've got today. We read too much Dr. Seuss this morning.)
|If I had a nickel for every time I heard, "C'mon, Mom. Hurry up!" I could retire comfortably in a beachy environment.|
|He discovered how fun shadows are this morning. |
In addition to the 8.700 steps, he also squatted with his shadow approximately 20 times.
T.O.N. (Time of Nap): 11:23am
|I heard Kenyon say, "C'mon, Grandad, hold my hand." |
I could have died happy right then and there.
|Kenyon and cousin Kade played peek-a-boo in my closet, because it is obviously the coolest place in the entire house. That, and fat, pregnant women can't follow you inside.|
|To say that he played hard would be more than a mild understatement. His Auntie Lala ran him absolutely ragged, but Grandma Kate saved the day by pumping him full of ice cream.|
|This is Kenyon's new loading chute that has quickly become his most treasured possession. Once he fell asleep on the way home I thought I could pry it out of his hands and lay it on the seat beside him. He woke up, screamed bloody murder and only calmed when it had been safely returned to him. Only a little ranch kid could be so excited to get home to hook his new loading chute onto his pickup.|
|The evening prior, the men had a safety meeting. 'Cause that's how we roll.|
|Obligatory 'first day of work' picture, complete with obligatory 'Mom, you're killing me' pose.|
|Dumping a load of corn silage so the men can get to work packing it in.|
|Brief tutorial on gears, levers and never making eye contact with the cameraman.|
|Day 1 of cutting and packing.|
|Day 3. A slightly noticeable change in size.|