Party Suit

(Warning: I apologize that the following story may fleetingly conjure in your minds an image of me (Paul) in the buff.) A few weeks ago Wyatt and his friend were changing from their wet swimsuits back into dry clothes. Wyatt has recently developed a bit of shyness in the naked department--his days of running up and down the hallway completely naked and screaming may be over. So while changing on this particular day, he tried (unsuccessfully) to hide underneath his towel. After a few minutes, he peeked surreptitiously to see where his friend was in his undressing. Seeing his friend sans clothes, Wy said, "Naked!" and then laughed. I then said that he was wearing his birthday suit, which prompted Wy to go into unending question mode. ("Why?" is Wyatt's current favorite word.) I tried to explain why it was called a birthday suit, saying something about the fact that we are naked on the day we are born and it's just a silly thing to say. Later that day, Wyatt walked in the bedroom after I had just emerged from the shower. Wyatt smiled and sheepishly exclaimed, "Dad, I see your party suit!" He now says it all the time when he is naked or he sees one of us naked. We've never corrected him because it's so dang funny.

I just hope he doesn't grow up to be one of those people on that episode of This American Life who ridiculously believe something that just isn't true. You know, like the girl who went to college not knowing whether unicorns are endangered or extinct.

My Boys

Father's day was fun this year because Wyatt really understood that he was doing everything for Daddy. He woke me up early with a loud whisper in my ear, "Mommy...special breakfast!!" We made cinnamon rolls and fruit salad and brought it to Paul in bed. Wyatt made his a special acrylic painting with DAD letters on the top. I gave him a John Updike short story collection.

At church, Wyatt sang with the primary kids, I'm so Glad When Daddy Comes Home. He knew every word and blew the cutest double hand kiss. Paul whispered, "I wish we could've videotaped that." It was very precious.

Wy's Wind Chime

One of our preschool moms came in and did this great craft with the students last week. I brought a kit home to do with Wyatt. He was very proud of himself. It has been very breezy the past few days and I can often hear the wind chime outside working away.

Start saving those metal lids!

On the Farm

Wyatt and I went on a school field trip to Farrel-McWhirter Farm in Redmond today. In usual Wyatt fashion, he was terrified of the animals. (I promise this is not a conditioned response. While I would not prefer to have animals in my house, I thoroughly enjoy them and think they are cool to pet and feed.) Anyway, he said, "Mom I like to look at the animals, but I do not like them to touch or lick me." I suppose the farm gene skipped a generation...Sorry, Grandpa Plank!

The piglets were soooo cute, but didn't want to be held.

The sheep got a little too close for comfort. Actually, it did knock one of his classmates over, so Wyatt was extra cautious!

Miss Debbie worked her magic and helped Wyatt feed the cow.

There's no mistaking THAT animal sound!

Mom's Day 2009

I love my boys. They made my day very special. I slept in and stayed out of the kitchen. Wyatt kept coming in and asking me if I wanted to see the surprise...whipsper, "You know, the flowers..." Then he would disappear and come back and ask me if I wanted syrup, etc. Very cute. I got the works...French toast, eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit salad. I didn't have to lift a finger except to carry the food to my mouth...

Then there were presents and cards and flowers...Nice job, Paul! I felt very special today and I don't think a washed a single dish.

Now, to plan Paul's birthday tomorrow...

Here's a pic of the Plank cousins from our Saturday at Tumwater Historical Park. Great weather, great fun!

Learning to Pump

Wyatt has been dying to learn how to swing. He loves to swing and doesn't like to wait for Mommy to stop talking and give him a push. Here is a video of his first time really pumping on his own a few days ago at Anderson Park in Redmond. Go, Wyatt!

My Little Brainiac

Blogs are for bragging, right? Wyatt is reading! He just moved on to the second set of Bob books and tries to read every sign and message in sight. Too bad English has such wacky rules, or he could read just about anything phonetically. He's also obsessed with adding. All day long he wants to add and count to 200. That's one way to pass the time in the car. We're working on handwriting, which he is less interested in, but doing well. He writes his name and most of the capital letters in his own way. Just look at that pencil grip. He makes two teachers proud! Oxford here we come...