This is precisely why I never wanted to start a blog. People expect you to keep it up! I am not so good at that. I was looking back at pictures and I did not even know where to begin to keep up my blog.
My baby, my son...just became a big boy. We went through the "How to Potty Train Your Child in One Day" book by Terri Crane. It worked great for my daughter, so we thought why fix something that is not broken. My very, VERY wonderful husband had the guts to go through the first day home alone with Wyatt as they were of the same gender. You know I just can't fake those parts. So they stayed home and taught the doll how to go in the toilet in the morning and then Wyatt worked on it himself in the afternoon. It really went well, and although there was some confusion on his part the first couple of days he is going in the toilet(or bushes if we are outside, boys are so lucky) like a champ. He particularly enjoyed peeing off the dock at my grandparent's cabin this last weekend.
So here are some pictures for you. It is hard to know that my son is not really a baby anymore!
Much to my dismay, I tried to dye my own hair. As you can see by the pictures, I was very successful in choosing a dark BLACK tone. What I was not successful in doing was choosing a nice solid dark brown. Well, I am stuck with it for now. I am too poor to go to some fancy salon to fix it, so I will do my best using shampoo and sun to bleach it out. My sweet daughter keeps telling me it is beautiful. So I guess when I am in a moment of near tears over the matter I will look to her for some solace. I told my husband I did not want to leave the house because it was so bad, and he said "It's not that bad." Which to me says, "I need you to leave the house with me right now, but yes, it looks pretty weird." So I will not seek the approval from him. Good thing he loves me! Enjoy my most embarrassing pictures.
I love strawberries. It was an extremely hot pickin time...but I still enjoyed our time together. I am not sure if you have ever picked strawberries, but it is addicting. Once you start finding all these beautiful berries, you just can't stop. Even when you have sweat dripping off of you, your kids are complaining about the heat, and the box is full...you just want to keep going. As you walk out of the berry field you look down and you see all these red beauties poking out and you start getting the urge to stoop down and pick them. I may be alone in this feeling, but it is a rewarding job. The hard part is getting home and deciding what in the world you are going to do with 13 pounds of strawberries that will go bad in a matter of a few days.
The kids enjoyed themselves for the most part. Mattie complained a whole lot about being hot. She reminded me a lot of myself when I was younger. Not wanting to do any hard work. Wyatt went nuts eating every berry he could. He ate them all, green, white, pinkish, red. Didn't matter how ripe it was coming off the vine and going in his mouth.
Hope you enjoy the pictures. If you would like to pick some strawberries, we went to a nice place in Afton. It was not a bad drive at all from Roseville. The place is called Afton Apple Orchard and they have a website that you can visit for information. What they don't tell you online is that it is only $1.75 a pound to pick. Cheap!! We stopped at the new Sonic in St. Paul for Route 44 Cherry Limeades. I suggest that part as well.