Strangeness

We had the most unusual thing happen, and we honestly feel violated. Craig went out to do chores on Monday night, and as he went to water the animals, he noticed that the 200-foot hose running from our house to the pens was cut. Not just "slashed." Cut apart in 12 places.

Nothing was stolen. The animals were fine. But, someone was on our property, and they felt the need to do something minor in the grand scheme of things, but a major violation of our property and peace of mind. And we have no idea why.

Craig and I chatted quietly about the situation, and decided to call the police, just so there would be a record of the incident, in case something else happens to us our our neighbors. We thought we were being too quiet for Waylon to hear, but he caught the part about police.

"Is someone coming to take someone to jail?" he asked. I told him, "No, sweetie. They're just coming to make sure everything is okay. Isn't this fun!!"

My coworker, Tammy, says he'll probably call them now, because I said it's fun! HA!

I was most concerned about calling, because I know it will be in the paper, and it was probably on the scanner, too. "A 34-year-old male reported his garden hose was cut." I can see it now! Ah, small town life.

Anyhow, the policeman came and said it was odd. He said he would patrol extra around our house, just for our peace of mind. And, so far, nothing else has happened.

Luckily, Craig and I are able to find some humor in it, and know that as long as nothing else happens, it's really not that big of a deal.

But, if I see someone on our property, I think I'll just have to pull out some of my Turbokick moves. Yeah... that will scare 'em!

A huntin' we will go!

Waylon really enjoyed hunting eggs at our house Easter afternoon. And, Nolan enjoyed the sunshine and chewing on a plastic egg or two. Oh, to be young again. It's just so fun to see the excitement over the little things through a child's eyes, isn't it!

Why do I try!? :)

Every Easter, I envision this beautiful family photo. Spring flowers... sunshine... happy, smiling kids and parents. Each year, it's a fight to get everyone in the photo... much less, smiling or looking at the camera. Oh, well. We tried! :)

Oh... and you'd think I would have at least had enough sense to put on my shoes before the photo!! Good grief.

Riding Little Man

We are SO thrilled to have Little Man at our place. Craig and Waylon worked hard to get the pen ready, and Waylon was thrilled when the pony made his appearance. The first night, Waylon wanted to ride him. MAJOR accomplishment. This was the first time he wanted to ride him. Waylon has been content feeding, brushing and leading Little Man when he was at my parents'. We weren't sure he'd EVER ride him. That just didn't interest him. (We know... what kid doesn't want to ride a pony!? We were perplexed, too. Ha!) It just just "feel right," now that Little Man is at home in Wellington. :)

The sheep have arrived!

This weekend, we picked up our four ewe lambs that Waylon will get to enjoy for the summer. Of course, he was in charge of names. He chose three of his favorite "girls" from the cartoons -- June (Little Einsteins), Minnie (Minnie Mouse) and Ming Ming (Wonder Pets). And, his favorite preschool teacher was the inspiration for the fourth lamb -- Mrs. Brown. :) I sent Mrs. Brown a note, saying she may be experiencing a "first" as a preschool teacher -- having a four-legged creature being named after her. She said she's flattered, and, no, she's never had a sheep named after her! :)

We feel so blessed to be able to have a few animals on our place, so that our kids can enjoy the "livestock life" that Craig and I grew up loving.

Cookie time

My mom came to spend Easter weekend with us. On Saturday, she and Waylon decorated cookies and made "egg nests" from green rice krispies treats and jelly beans. Waylon really enjoyed this special time with Granny, and took advantage of his "free decorating" permissions. I mean, really. One can never have too much icing, or too many sprinkles, right? :)

The amazing trail

We're not sure where Waylon got this idea, but he LOVES to make paths out of every pillow in the house. The other day, as I was in the restroom getting ready for the day, Waylon collected every pillow from the beds of our house and created this path. He was so proud of himself.

A great day with my little man

I was so fortunate yesterday to be able to spend the morning with Waylon for his preschool's Easter egg hunt and their Easter treat: attending a "private" viewing of Monsters vs. Aliens. We had a great time outside hunting eggs, and two little sweeties from his class, Ethan and Mackenzie, shared their eggs with Waylon, as he only had three and was slightly "distraught." :) It just melted my heart to see those kids being so kind.

Waylon and his "girlfriend," Mackenzie, decided they wanted to sit by each other for the movie. We waited in line together -- Mackenzie holding her mom, Lisa's, hand, and Waylon holding mine. Lisa began motioning for me to look down -- Mackenzie and Waylon were holding hands! Waylon looked up with a HUGE smile and said, "Mom! Mackenzie wants to hold my hand!" Oh, goodness. They're only 3 and 4... what will it be like in 10 or 15 years!? Of course, it was SO sweet and innocent. How could you not love it!?

It was wonderful to have those few hours with my little boy. We shared popcorn and enjoyed a movie. It was the kind of day that really made me wish I didn't have to be away from him every day for work. But, maybe being away makes me appreciate those things even more from time to time, too.

The little comedian

Waylon has really been into "knock-knock" jokes for a while. It all started with someone telling him the infamous:

"Knock-knock."
"Who's there?"
"Boo."
"Boo who?"
"Why are you crying?"

Well, since then, he thinks ALL knock-knock jokes either need to have the "boo" or "why are you crying?" components.

The other night, he was on a roll:

"Knock-knock."
"Who's there?"
"Boo."
"Boo who?"
"You live in a pineapple under the sea!!"

"Knock-knock."
"Who's there?"
"Boo."
"Boo who?"
"Poopy pants!!" (now, this is a "bad word" in our house, along with "dumb," "stupid," and "hate." But, we let it slide this time.)

Of course, he rolls on the floor in laughter with each of his "jokes." And, we can't help but laugh, too.

Maybe his jokes will become more sophisticated with time. Meanwhile, we hope he doesn't quit his day job.