I suppose it is inevitable. A little person learns to talk and suddenly you hear descriptions of bodily functions and ailments that really don't need further commentary. Peter caught a quick stomach bug last week and apparently he can't wait to get sick again. The movies and the cuddling were fun, hence being sick is fun. Then today he asked me if I remember that time he "throwed up all over the bathroom?" Yes, dear. I won't soon forget. Thankfully he was too sleepy to remember much except the movies.
So the old appetite took a vacation - the kid would hardly eat anything, even peanut butter and jelly lost its luster.
Now? We are on Day 4 of "I'm hungry!" every. fifteen. minutes. He's been complaining of his legs hurting. I fixed an extra sandwich at lunchtime to have on hand this afternoon when his snacktime appetite kicked in - he ate it directly after his lunch. So far today - it's 2:30pm - he's had two breakfasts, two lunches, and a snack. He sneaked a rather large bowl of fruit into his room a couple of days ago and ate the entire thing (then hung the bowl on his crane hook and left it there to spill all over his books and floor). The clothes I bought in October are too small. He's grown two inches since August.
Is this a boy thing or was I really just that freakishly slow to grow?
My legs hurt just thinking about it.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
damage control
I have spent the past hour and a half cleaning up after a couple of really bad decisions. Not mine, of course.
First, I walked into Peter's room to find little bits of fur scattered all over his bed and floor. I slowly put it all together - he had given his stuffed panda a haircut. A few chuckles and a pseudo-stern discussion about proper scissor usage later, we cleaned it up together. Fur will be falling for days!
Boys asleep. DVR beckoning. TV remote nowhere to be found. I ransacked the basement three times and searched the usual black holes extra thoroughly. No dice. Not even in the garbage. 45 minutes later, I had to grab something from the car... and there it was. In the dump bucket of Davis's tricycle. Full of water from today's rainfall.
Doesn't bode well for tv tonight, but I dread even more Peter's questions about working the tv at 5:30 am. Last thing he needs is something else for which to blame Davis.
I think I'll just go upstairs and call it a night!
First, I walked into Peter's room to find little bits of fur scattered all over his bed and floor. I slowly put it all together - he had given his stuffed panda a haircut. A few chuckles and a pseudo-stern discussion about proper scissor usage later, we cleaned it up together. Fur will be falling for days!
Boys asleep. DVR beckoning. TV remote nowhere to be found. I ransacked the basement three times and searched the usual black holes extra thoroughly. No dice. Not even in the garbage. 45 minutes later, I had to grab something from the car... and there it was. In the dump bucket of Davis's tricycle. Full of water from today's rainfall.
Doesn't bode well for tv tonight, but I dread even more Peter's questions about working the tv at 5:30 am. Last thing he needs is something else for which to blame Davis.
I think I'll just go upstairs and call it a night!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
mischief, but not the elvish kind
I have now attempted (unsuccessfully) to publish this post a total of four times since the weekend, so forgive me if my frustration is showing. I'll try to include the wit I put into efforts 1 and 2 - not sure 3 was very clever either. Here goes...
Elves. On the surface it seems brilliant. Santa sends these little creatures to your home throughout the Christmas season to spy on your kids. They fly back each night (using magic, of course) to report on the kids' behavior and the fun lies in finding them each morning. They can be hiding somewhere or perhaps they've taken the car for a drive through the back yard with the music on full volume. You just never know where they'll turn up...
Before Thanksgiving, Peter sent a note to Santa asking for two elves - our own Mr. Flapperjinks and a new one named Sam. I suppose it's true, Mr. Flapperjinks would have his hands full keeping his eyes on Peter. Davis needed his own. Thankfully, Santa had a spare Sam to indulge Peter's request.
The elves arrived on December 1. Peter found them at 4:30am in a bowl full of marshmallows on the kitchen table. They had scribbled a note explaining that Nashville was warm-ish so they wanted to take a snowball bath. "Hope you don't mind." Mind? They came bearing a special North Pole breakfast - snow-covered donuts. Now, my kids aren't starved for treats, people, but you'd have thought they had never had sugar before in their lives. They were blissfully covered in powdered sugar after fifteen minutes, as was the kitchen table. So worth it to see the twinkle in their eyes.... ahhh, Christmas.
Fast forward three days. Countless time-outs (double, triple, and quadruple time-outs), an elf zip-line through the living room, an unfortunate accident involving a baseball bat and a little brother's head, and two very frustrated parents later, the elves didn't come back. They had seen enough.
The worst part? After all the effort Santa put forth to arrange this elf visit, the boys couldn't care less. How bad a sign is it when Santa and the elves hold no weight over your 4 year old. We're slightly panicked over here....
Since the elves have left on vacation, we have attempted many times to earn back their trust but to no avail. I suppose we still have two weeks, right? Does Santa have a decent return policy?
So we turn to gingerbread houses. Our wonderful babysitter Lillian asked if she could do gingerbread houses with the boys last week. I all but jumped at the chance for someone else to take on that project. Peter especially took great pride in his work but has had no qualms destroying them, wall by wall, to get a lick of icing or a handful of M&M shingles.
Hard to choose which is more fun - decorating the houses or eating the decorations.
On another note, Peter had his Christmas pageant at school this week. All the four year olds put on a little musical nativity and it was perhaps the cutest thing I've ever seen. With the exception of Mary, Joseph and the wise men, all the boys were dressed as shepherds and the girls were dressed as angels. Now, you may remember that for the past few performances Peter has been less than participatory. Our expectations were not high in spite of his excitement over his costume. "Mommy, it has a rope!" Poor boy was devastated to learn that the rope was to be used as a belt and not a leash for sheep. He sings like a bird at home but has never been one to perform. Fine. At least we go, show support and have a cookie.
The kid sang.
The kid smiled while he sang.
Maybe the elves should come back after all.
Elves. On the surface it seems brilliant. Santa sends these little creatures to your home throughout the Christmas season to spy on your kids. They fly back each night (using magic, of course) to report on the kids' behavior and the fun lies in finding them each morning. They can be hiding somewhere or perhaps they've taken the car for a drive through the back yard with the music on full volume. You just never know where they'll turn up...
Before Thanksgiving, Peter sent a note to Santa asking for two elves - our own Mr. Flapperjinks and a new one named Sam. I suppose it's true, Mr. Flapperjinks would have his hands full keeping his eyes on Peter. Davis needed his own. Thankfully, Santa had a spare Sam to indulge Peter's request.
The elves arrived on December 1. Peter found them at 4:30am in a bowl full of marshmallows on the kitchen table. They had scribbled a note explaining that Nashville was warm-ish so they wanted to take a snowball bath. "Hope you don't mind." Mind? They came bearing a special North Pole breakfast - snow-covered donuts. Now, my kids aren't starved for treats, people, but you'd have thought they had never had sugar before in their lives. They were blissfully covered in powdered sugar after fifteen minutes, as was the kitchen table. So worth it to see the twinkle in their eyes.... ahhh, Christmas.
Fast forward three days. Countless time-outs (double, triple, and quadruple time-outs), an elf zip-line through the living room, an unfortunate accident involving a baseball bat and a little brother's head, and two very frustrated parents later, the elves didn't come back. They had seen enough.
The worst part? After all the effort Santa put forth to arrange this elf visit, the boys couldn't care less. How bad a sign is it when Santa and the elves hold no weight over your 4 year old. We're slightly panicked over here....
Since the elves have left on vacation, we have attempted many times to earn back their trust but to no avail. I suppose we still have two weeks, right? Does Santa have a decent return policy?
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| With his creation at the class gingerbread house party |
Hard to choose which is more fun - decorating the houses or eating the decorations.
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| I've seen mug shots better than this, but you get the vastness of the sprinkles of here |
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| Didn't even bother wiping this guy - straight to the bathtub and he's still covered in red icing |
On another note, Peter had his Christmas pageant at school this week. All the four year olds put on a little musical nativity and it was perhaps the cutest thing I've ever seen. With the exception of Mary, Joseph and the wise men, all the boys were dressed as shepherds and the girls were dressed as angels. Now, you may remember that for the past few performances Peter has been less than participatory. Our expectations were not high in spite of his excitement over his costume. "Mommy, it has a rope!" Poor boy was devastated to learn that the rope was to be used as a belt and not a leash for sheep. He sings like a bird at home but has never been one to perform. Fine. At least we go, show support and have a cookie.
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| Forgive the intrusive hair bow and shoulder, but Peter is on the front row, second from the left with red pants and a greenish tunic. And a rope, of course. |
The kid sang.
The kid smiled while he sang.
Maybe the elves should come back after all.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
thanks and giving
So to say this post is tardy is more than a minor understatement. I hope that I can retell the past several weeks without forgetting everything noteworthy. Unlikely, but I'll try anyway.
This year's Thanksgiving was to be spent with my family, only not in Louisiana. My aunt and uncle who host the whole clan each year recently acquired a ranch north of Houston. Now, imagine my boys with the following at their disposal: oodles of cousins, oodles of space to run and play, dogs, a tractor, golf cart, four wheeler and a pond that has yet to be filled. Dirt, dirt, dirt.
I had a baby shower to host the weekend before Thanksgiving, so Hayes took the boys to Birmingham Friday night. My first night spent alone since in was pregnant with Peter... it was a treat, to be sure. After the shower, I drove on down to Birmingham so we could leave for Lafayette on Sunday. The trip itself was uneventful but seemed unusually long. Peter was a star traveller as always, while Davis was a little less cooperative. Rain and clouds and simple exhaustion made it a long day, but we survived with several pit stops and more than my daily dose of Coca-Cola. I stopped at my grandparents' house on the way in and was able to see a few cousins and aunts, not to mention use the potty for the first time in 7 hours. Oy.
After a busy Monday catching up with a few friends and family members, we loaded up again and headed to Texas on Tuesday. Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of the trip was our sleeping arrangement. We got to claim one of the family RVs for our little foursome. Peter would have been content to stay in the motor home all week and test every switch and button. I was a little nervous about the boys sleeping 3 feet away from each other, but I must admit it was super nice to put the kids down and then go back to the main house so we didn't miss any of the action. In hindsight, Peter's favorite thing about the trip was the RV. He even told me that when he grows up to be a policeman, he'll use his police car during the week but he'll buy a motor home (for his wife) to use on Saturdays and Sundays so they can come and visit us and go to church together. The kid's thinking ahead!
I spent several weeks before Thanksgiving organizing a friendly family competition, since we'd be thirty-something people with no other place to go. I think the first (hopefully) annual Z-cathlon was a success, with 14 events (some added on the fly) and a lot of hilarious surprises. We had all four generations competing on some level in events ranging from staring and speed texting to hula hooping, horseshoes and name that tune. Beer pong was a cut-throat event whose finals had to be postponed and I know a rematch is inevitable, as I live with one of the finalists. Cheesy t-shirts, three days and a whole lot of trash talk later, the trophy went home with Marie, my cousin who out-threw several of the men in the football throw.
Oh, the food. Fortunately I was only assigned bread for Thanksgiving dinner, as I was floating around with my clipboard and recalculating points on the scoreboard after every event. My aunts and cousins, and well my turkey-frying uncles too - these people can cook. Yum.
Come Friday, Davis was showing signs of a stomach bug and we needed to
start the long trek home. I am always so sad to leave my family - it's
such a rare thing that so many (related) folks can gather without drama
or commotion. Just a whole lotta love. It's like getting a three
day-long hug, and I need that as often as I can get it.
This year's Thanksgiving was to be spent with my family, only not in Louisiana. My aunt and uncle who host the whole clan each year recently acquired a ranch north of Houston. Now, imagine my boys with the following at their disposal: oodles of cousins, oodles of space to run and play, dogs, a tractor, golf cart, four wheeler and a pond that has yet to be filled. Dirt, dirt, dirt.
I had a baby shower to host the weekend before Thanksgiving, so Hayes took the boys to Birmingham Friday night. My first night spent alone since in was pregnant with Peter... it was a treat, to be sure. After the shower, I drove on down to Birmingham so we could leave for Lafayette on Sunday. The trip itself was uneventful but seemed unusually long. Peter was a star traveller as always, while Davis was a little less cooperative. Rain and clouds and simple exhaustion made it a long day, but we survived with several pit stops and more than my daily dose of Coca-Cola. I stopped at my grandparents' house on the way in and was able to see a few cousins and aunts, not to mention use the potty for the first time in 7 hours. Oy.
After a busy Monday catching up with a few friends and family members, we loaded up again and headed to Texas on Tuesday. Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of the trip was our sleeping arrangement. We got to claim one of the family RVs for our little foursome. Peter would have been content to stay in the motor home all week and test every switch and button. I was a little nervous about the boys sleeping 3 feet away from each other, but I must admit it was super nice to put the kids down and then go back to the main house so we didn't miss any of the action. In hindsight, Peter's favorite thing about the trip was the RV. He even told me that when he grows up to be a policeman, he'll use his police car during the week but he'll buy a motor home (for his wife) to use on Saturdays and Sundays so they can come and visit us and go to church together. The kid's thinking ahead!
I spent several weeks before Thanksgiving organizing a friendly family competition, since we'd be thirty-something people with no other place to go. I think the first (hopefully) annual Z-cathlon was a success, with 14 events (some added on the fly) and a lot of hilarious surprises. We had all four generations competing on some level in events ranging from staring and speed texting to hula hooping, horseshoes and name that tune. Beer pong was a cut-throat event whose finals had to be postponed and I know a rematch is inevitable, as I live with one of the finalists. Cheesy t-shirts, three days and a whole lot of trash talk later, the trophy went home with Marie, my cousin who out-threw several of the men in the football throw.
Oh, the food. Fortunately I was only assigned bread for Thanksgiving dinner, as I was floating around with my clipboard and recalculating points on the scoreboard after every event. My aunts and cousins, and well my turkey-frying uncles too - these people can cook. Yum.
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| If foosball had been an event, Davis would have insisted on playing every game. |
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| Watching the action |
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| Mother vs. daughter arm-wrestling |
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| Pop's winning stare - he seriously broke at least a dozen people with this look |
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| During Name that Tune, "their song" began and so we got a rare performance. Aren't they so cute? |
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| Two of my favorite people in the whole wide world |
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| Hell on wheels |
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| Uncle Mike, the horseshoes/Cajun golf/washers commissioner, sporting his t-shirt with his bracket drawn on a paper plate | . |
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| Forget all that contest business - there's dirt and worms to deal with |
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| Practicing. And I'm not kidding. |
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| Two more of my favorite people. |
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| The dance competition was a hoot! |
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| The hostesses with the mostesses and their "trophy" |
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| The great-grands at the starting line of their 50 yard dash - except for Davis, who was probably inside sneaking a cookie. |
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| Team Bryant strategizing for the kids' scavenger hunt |
Friday, November 18, 2011
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
freeze
Every now and again I just sit and watch these two little rascals and wish I could "fasson forward" to a time when I have already taught them how to love and respect each other (and me) without brute force. Then other times, I wish I could press pause and just soak it in. In an effort to pause time, I like to document each boy in words that capture their little spirits at this moment.
Peter (aka Monkey See):
Loves very early mornings; cuddling with his Lovey; singing ALONE; reading and spelling (he is my kid!); trick-or-treating; talking back; the top bunk; lollipops; anything starchy, crunchy or fried; ROUTINE; holding/squeezing Davis's hand; movies, circuses, performances; saying blessings and the Lord's Prayer; being the "Busy Bee" for the school day; writing his letters; connecting dots and working through mazes; pumping gas; choosing his own outfits; negotiating; SCHOOL; doing hookup at school (getting dropped off and walking to his classroom solo); his balance bike; saying NO; making mountains out of molehills; television, specifically Disney Junior and PBS Kids; non-fiction (his teacher says he has the most realistic imagination she's seen - he plays games based on science and history such as pretending to be the king of England or an iguanodon dinosaur); making all sorts of faces using very expressive eyes; making guests feel welcome by bringing them a beer upon their arrival - unprompted; dressing up in costume; his horse Joe (our Swiffer); guessing games; showing empathy (I speak from experience!); (positive) recognition; being just the slightest bit quirky
Dislikes authority; hurrying; time out; when Mommy doesn't read his mind from miles away; crowds and noise; Davis's fussing; getting his picture taken; vegetables; the rattlesnakes and ghosts that are apparently taking over his room (Mommy made a special recipe of Shoo Juice)
Davis (aka Monkey Do):
Loves anything outside, especially pointing out airplanes, wind and leaves falling; peekaboo; showering and subsequent squeegeeing; doing whatever Peter does; hugging Chief; eating dog food; lollipops; the top bunk (yikes!); storytime in someone's lap; the time-out stool (as a place to sit anytime); launching food/books/toys; putting things in buckets; flirting; anything related to Thomas the Train; grunting; rawr-ing like a dinosaur; hugs; kicking balls; kissing bo-bos; chasing; dropping books in the car and then whining until they are returned to the book box; getting "shot" with the hair dryer; flushing the toilet; sitting on the potty in a diaper and saying "ssssssss;" eating with utensils but then launching them across the house; visitors; eating sidewalk chalk and crayons; finding Mommy's hidden markers; washing hands;
Dislikes anything resembling the word "no;" anything resembling speech on his part; anything resembling lagging behind; closed doors; anything he sees Peter disliking
Peter (aka Monkey See):
Loves very early mornings; cuddling with his Lovey; singing ALONE; reading and spelling (he is my kid!); trick-or-treating; talking back; the top bunk; lollipops; anything starchy, crunchy or fried; ROUTINE; holding/squeezing Davis's hand; movies, circuses, performances; saying blessings and the Lord's Prayer; being the "Busy Bee" for the school day; writing his letters; connecting dots and working through mazes; pumping gas; choosing his own outfits; negotiating; SCHOOL; doing hookup at school (getting dropped off and walking to his classroom solo); his balance bike; saying NO; making mountains out of molehills; television, specifically Disney Junior and PBS Kids; non-fiction (his teacher says he has the most realistic imagination she's seen - he plays games based on science and history such as pretending to be the king of England or an iguanodon dinosaur); making all sorts of faces using very expressive eyes; making guests feel welcome by bringing them a beer upon their arrival - unprompted; dressing up in costume; his horse Joe (our Swiffer); guessing games; showing empathy (I speak from experience!); (positive) recognition; being just the slightest bit quirky
Dislikes authority; hurrying; time out; when Mommy doesn't read his mind from miles away; crowds and noise; Davis's fussing; getting his picture taken; vegetables; the rattlesnakes and ghosts that are apparently taking over his room (Mommy made a special recipe of Shoo Juice)
Davis (aka Monkey Do):
Loves anything outside, especially pointing out airplanes, wind and leaves falling; peekaboo; showering and subsequent squeegeeing; doing whatever Peter does; hugging Chief; eating dog food; lollipops; the top bunk (yikes!); storytime in someone's lap; the time-out stool (as a place to sit anytime); launching food/books/toys; putting things in buckets; flirting; anything related to Thomas the Train; grunting; rawr-ing like a dinosaur; hugs; kicking balls; kissing bo-bos; chasing; dropping books in the car and then whining until they are returned to the book box; getting "shot" with the hair dryer; flushing the toilet; sitting on the potty in a diaper and saying "ssssssss;" eating with utensils but then launching them across the house; visitors; eating sidewalk chalk and crayons; finding Mommy's hidden markers; washing hands;
Dislikes anything resembling the word "no;" anything resembling speech on his part; anything resembling lagging behind; closed doors; anything he sees Peter disliking
Monday, October 31, 2011
b is for...
Brennan!
Uncle Brennan and Aunt Lindsay visited Nashville this weekend and got their fill of some Bryant Boys. Davis hadn't seen his godfather in several months but it took less than two minutes before he had a new best friend. I think Brennan enjoyed a brief break from princesses and ballerinas (he has two girls and another on the way).
Other than the obvious sweet stuff, I think Davis really enjoyed another grown-up to harass about reading Thomas the Train stories. I know I enjoyed the reprieve.
Boo!
Our morning began with a Halloween parade at school. While we waited for Commander Bryant of the Shuttle Nashvegas, Davis the (space) monkey enjoyed some time on the big playground. All by himself.
By the way, this child NEVER carries his tail between his legs. When Peter finally came by, he covered his eyes with his hat so I couldn't see him. Super attitude, kiddo. So I have no good pics of him from Halloween.
Halloween is not my favorite holiday. Mix it with Monday and a really disrespectful four-year-old, and I was ready to call it a day at 4pm. Thank goodness for Aunt Callie coming to the rescue and wrestling my monkeys when I was about to cage them for the evening. We persevered and joined our good friends Rachel, Bob and Katie for some pizza and trick-or-treating.
Davis didn't quite understand the concept of gathering candy and then saving it for later. He wanted each piece right as he received it. We tried distracting him with the plush banana sewn onto his costume but it didn't work. Fortunately he was content to eventually stay in the stroller and eat a lollipop. Rachel and I were content to follow Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman as long as the kids would cooperate. Peter proclaimed trick or treating so much fun and said more than once how much he likes the night. The days are dark by 6 or 6:15 now so he's spending more and more time in the night. We have evaded any major fears of the dark but he has demonstrated an interesting aversion to stinkbugs, tornadoes and rattlesnakes. Don't ask - I don't know either.
There seems to be a couple of Starbursts missing from Davis's stash, which wouldn't be a big deal if we knew where the WRAPPERS ended up. He is such a puppy dog.
Happy Halloween!
So glad this day only comes once a year.
Uncle Brennan and Aunt Lindsay visited Nashville this weekend and got their fill of some Bryant Boys. Davis hadn't seen his godfather in several months but it took less than two minutes before he had a new best friend. I think Brennan enjoyed a brief break from princesses and ballerinas (he has two girls and another on the way).
Other than the obvious sweet stuff, I think Davis really enjoyed another grown-up to harass about reading Thomas the Train stories. I know I enjoyed the reprieve.
Boo!
Our morning began with a Halloween parade at school. While we waited for Commander Bryant of the Shuttle Nashvegas, Davis the (space) monkey enjoyed some time on the big playground. All by himself.
By the way, this child NEVER carries his tail between his legs. When Peter finally came by, he covered his eyes with his hat so I couldn't see him. Super attitude, kiddo. So I have no good pics of him from Halloween.
Halloween is not my favorite holiday. Mix it with Monday and a really disrespectful four-year-old, and I was ready to call it a day at 4pm. Thank goodness for Aunt Callie coming to the rescue and wrestling my monkeys when I was about to cage them for the evening. We persevered and joined our good friends Rachel, Bob and Katie for some pizza and trick-or-treating.
Davis didn't quite understand the concept of gathering candy and then saving it for later. He wanted each piece right as he received it. We tried distracting him with the plush banana sewn onto his costume but it didn't work. Fortunately he was content to eventually stay in the stroller and eat a lollipop. Rachel and I were content to follow Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman as long as the kids would cooperate. Peter proclaimed trick or treating so much fun and said more than once how much he likes the night. The days are dark by 6 or 6:15 now so he's spending more and more time in the night. We have evaded any major fears of the dark but he has demonstrated an interesting aversion to stinkbugs, tornadoes and rattlesnakes. Don't ask - I don't know either.
There seems to be a couple of Starbursts missing from Davis's stash, which wouldn't be a big deal if we knew where the WRAPPERS ended up. He is such a puppy dog.
Happy Halloween!
So glad this day only comes once a year.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
ode to an uncle
Ode to an Uncle
Can it be that over a year has passed?
You had better get ready - they warm up fast.
Last you saw Peter you were like butter and bread.
Would Davis be jelly or a third wheel instead?
The big boy was ecstatic,
the younger quite confused.
Who was this person
who had the whole house amused?
Almost two weeks of frivolous play,
in dirt piles, leaves and creeks did they lay.
"No! No! Stop the eel!" Peter would cry,
but how could he resist such a fun guy?
One friendship cemented; one other so new.
I'm so grateful to have such a wonderful view.
The boys miss their uncle already so dear,
won't you please just leave Cali and MOVE OVER HERE!?
Kidding. Well, not really.
Love you, Geoff.
Thanks for loving these boys so well.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
all my chickens
We have been spending a lot of time outside. At home, at the pumpkin farm, at the dirt pile/nature center. Corn maze, hayrides (sans hay), swimming (indoors), park picnics.... it's hard to pick who is the most exhausted. We have to go back to the school week routine for a break!
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| Can we puhleeze go pick a pumpkin now?! |
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| Love those peepers |
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| ... and that smirk! |
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| Attempting the steal the props at the farm |
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| Troughs of corn + shovels = hours of entertainment |
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| I eventually gave up on a decent shot, but this shows how big they're getting! |
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| Love. |
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| Who is this giant and what has he done with my baby!? |
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| Inspecting the firetrucks at the Public Safety Demonstration |
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| Learning about corn mazes |
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| Not one to be left behind |
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| My boys |
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| Investigating the hayride situation |
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