And he rides...

 Last night my baby conquered the two wheeler. He has tried before with not a lot of confidence. Last night he had it all and boy did he fly! I helped him on the ride to the outdoor hockey rink just down the road and he had a few good stretches where he could do it. By the time we got to the rink it didn't take long for him to make a full loop. We then had to practice breaking! He kept sticking his feet out and dragging his heals, on the verge of out of control, to stop.

By the time we headed back home, he was biking and has his big brother there to remind him about intersections and looking both ways. Parker tells him, "it's okay buddy, you'll learn the rules soon." Parker has been a great big brother to look up to. He is always encouraging and reminding Emmitt that he had to learn when he was little.

I think you can say he is a bit happy about his new found freedom! He was so proud of himself. I love how willing he was to try. He takes a bit more persuading that his brother did.

I think he has the least conventional way of starting, but it works and he doesn't need a push...enjoy the show.

Memorial Day Weekend

Memorial Day Weekend: Started with fishing and ended with a surprise visit from my Aunt Bernadette and Uncle Myron. They don't make it way up north very often and when they do, it's extra special. Bernadette and Parker share the same birth date. His first Christmas she gave him an ornament and wrote their birthdays on the back. He remembers it every year when we pull it out of the box to hang on the tree. We made sure we captured her visit. Emmitt being the little lover he is, made sure to get in a pic too! I made sure to remind the boys that my Aunt Bernadette is Grandma Audrey's sister! They thought that was pretty cool!

We decided to take the kids fishing. We lasted about an hour. Between the wind, the puppy and the children, the whole combination wasn't great. It wasn't awful, but we decided we don't want to run out and buy a boat anytime soon. Someday.

The coolest part (other than the ice cream cone on the way home) was the snake that was hanging out by our minnow bucket. We tossed it a minnow and managed to capture the meal on video.

(please ignore the stick poking, blaming of the wrong child, etc...)

I solved the Clue Mystery!

It was Mr. Emmitt, in the bedroom, with the scissors!

First he lied and told Grandma that "Tina did it!" Tina is our "hair lady" and has been since the boys were in for their first haircut at one years of age. Then when I come home I notice the chunk of hair missing and his answer is, "I don't know what you guys are talking about." At this point I start asking him where his scissors are, "In my room." Okay, where is the hair? "Behind my little table." So I pull out the table and there lies the chunk of hair. Little does he know that he has just confessed about cutting his own hair. I convince him to pose for a few pictures so I can remember this moment. The moment that I thought would never come. I have been judging parents for years on this one. First, why do your kids have access to scissors and Second, where are you when they are cutting off their hair?! Well, it was bound to happen, but I am not going to take the blame on this one. Grandma was in charge this day. She is dying to know where she was when he did it and I am not sure she is taking full responsibility and of course Emmitt won't say. Anytime you ask him about it now he gets mad at you...but at least I know he'll never do it again.