Sleepover With The Little Man
Isaiah came to spend the night!
First things first...dinner at Panera. Porche took 'us' to dinner for Mother's Day. Love it that holidays stretch out.
A little time in the basement playing with all the toys. At least all the ones that make noise.
He LOVES the dog. She loves him until he pulls her tail. Which he did a few times and she turned around and told him all about it. Didn't phase him at all.
It was so hot and muggy that we just got down and dirty to his diaper. Loaded up with bug spray we hit the back yard.
Cutest thing on the planet. I'm thinking he might have a chase of the runny nose.
Ella's face tells the whole story! Looks like he might be way past due for a diaper change.
Who needs anything when you have a bucket of cold water. He played in the bucket for about an hour. The he got out and started throwing acorns in it.
blowing bubbles
He climbed out of the water and up into my arms. Ahh, life as the Wammy could not be any better!
After a nap and Michael's return from KI, we joined the Arnett's for dinner at Chipotle.
Back home again and time to let the Girls out for their evening romp.
Auntie Em explaining the chickens to this little city boy.
He feed them with no problem.
Pancakes with Pappy at Cracker Barrel. And yes, he calls Mark Pap. For the life of me I have no idea why all the little ones say Pappy's name first. Makes no sense to me at all. I am the one that is with them most of the time.
Playing games with Pappy.
Such seriousness!
Even Uncle Michael was all hands on deck.
Checking on the chickens again. Looking for more eggs.
Looks like it might be time for a little nap with Wammy. Nothing like some snuggling under a good worn quilt on the best sleeping couch in the house. It was heavenly, just not long enough because Porche came to get him so Mark and I could get some serious work done in the backyard. You know the kind where you need to use saws and stuff that it makes me nervous when little hands are in the area.
We are ready to take him back anytime!
Comments