Party Animal

So we had to cancel our July fourth party because of Colt's sickness. No one was more irritated than Wyatt. Instead of a gathering with lots of little kids we just had a couple of our friends over. We told Wyatt it would be a small party. So all through supper he keeps whining, "When is the party going to start?" We say, "This is it. This is the party." Finally I say, "What is it that you want to do?" He looks at the four adults at the table and says, "We need to wake this crowd up."

Couch Potato

So Wyatt and Colt both spent Sunday with 102 degree temperatures. Since it was 107 degrees outside there weren't many options for entertainment. They spent the entire day on the couch. Colt got up and moved around occasionally, to draw or play with toys. Wyatt never budged. This should not surprise anyone who knows Wyatt, he is my child with the greatest couch potato potential. So after 12 straight hours of television Sunday, Wyatt looks at me with a gleam in his eye and says, "Mommy, I sat in front of the TV ALL day long!"