25 July 2009
Clever...
07 July 2009
Enough...
Awhile ago I had someone leave me a comment about one of the pictures that I posted of Rustin and I had no clue who it was. Then, I got another on a different picture. I was going to go private then but it never happened again. I didnt recieve anymore werid comments from people that i didnt know again and so I thought that maybe only people who knew me were looking at my blog- well I was wrong. Today I just looked at a comment left about a photo of rustin swiming and it was a weird comment from someone I DONT know. So this is why I have decided that we are going private.
I want to share my blog with those of you that I DO know so please get me your emails- Thanks!
PoOl TiMe!
Oh the things.....
PlaYing OutSiDe
This is Rylers idea of fun, while Rustin is outside playing... a peaceful nap for once!
30 June 2009
LaZy DayZ of SuMmer
23 June 2009
Thunderstorms, Rainbows, & Mud Puddles...
What happens after a big rainstorm?
It makes a huge playground for little boys.....
Rustin had a blast jumping in the puddles. I even had him in his pj's and I could see that he wanted to just jump right in the puddle so I decided that he could go for it. We have more pj's and who knows when he will get the chance again-right!! (Probably tomorrow). Anyway, he had a blast and hopefully it will be a memory that he will remember as he grows up. I remember a time when it rained in the little cold-a-sack, and the roads filled up with water because the drains were plugged. All the neighborhood kids grabbed their bikes and rode around in the water- or just swam and walked. It was a blast and a great childhood memory. I am glad that we live where we live so that Rustin and Ryler will be able to make memories like this.
He was walking through the water and came to a bigger puddle... well, he didn't know that he would sink in the mud. As he was standing there I told him to jump and he couldn't. His little water boots had sunk in the mud and he couldn't move. I walked over there and grabbed his boot as he lifted up his leg to get out. He was so happy and laughing the whole time. I think it is true what they say little boys are made of... snips and snails and puppy dog tails, but I think they forgot the MUD part! A little mud never hurt and it helps build up his little personality- he likes to play in the dirt with tractors (Or MUD whichever) but always likes to get clean and wash up.




