Too Cute

I took these pictures of Wyatt last night during and after his bath. (He's almost too big for his tub, though. He makes a heckufa mess kicking water everywhere.)




Now is that a cute kid or what?

He's especially in my good graces today because he did a one wake-up night last night (2:00, then through to 6:20 . . . and Forrest got him so I slept till 7!) and I took him to my Rock and Stroll aerobics class and he stayed awake the entire time, and I didn't have to leave. I did have to give him his binki 17 times and take him out while we were doing biceps and curl him instead of the hand weight . . . but I'll take it.

We've had quite a weekend. The quick rundown is:

1. We had Darrin Wilkey stay with us for a couple of nights while he continued looking for a house for his family. (They live in West Virginia and are hoping to move here in July). The poor Wilkeys have looked at 60 something houses, but they have finally found two that might work and they put in offers, so we'll see which one takes. It will be fun to have them living here, for sure.

2. Forrest started working on our "Forest Corner" in our yard, aptly named as it refers both to my hardworking landscaper husband and the fact that we're trying to replicate what it might feel like to be in the mountains. We put in a bunch of red sandstone rocks to sit on and even fashoined some benches, and we planted some Quakies (yes, I know some people hate them, but I love them--the way they look, the way the sun shines through the leaves--and I forgive them for sending out shoots and being otherwise disagreeable) and some funky evergreens. We're going to have a firepit on a flagstone patio and it's going to be glorious. As soon as it's done I'll take a picture and post it. But Forrest worked like a dog, and watching him dump a 900 pound rock out of Grandpa Ranquist's beater druck with a crowbar was an exciting event.

3. We had Forrest's family over for a barbeque to celebrate his Dad's birthday and had some delicious kabobs on the grill. Mmmm. . . .

4. The pool opened! The kids had fun swimming and their cousins came over to join in on the good times.

5. We visited Grandpa Ranquist's grave on Sunday and went to Heber with Grandma Ranquist and Tony & Cindy and my mom and dad yesterday to visit Grandpa Sweat's grave. We used to go to Heber every year when I was a kid with the Hjorths and have a picnic and play softball, and it was so fun to go up again as a grown up and see my own kids playing bocce ball at the same park I played at when I was their age. It was cool to visit the Heber Cemetary, too--so many old headstones. Some were 140 years old or so. Here are some cool pics:






I love that picture of Grandma Sweat and all the kids looking down at the headstone. And the one with Great Grandma Ranquist is a scream--that's the best I could do with 8 antsy kids. Is anyone looking at the camera???

5. Last but not least we had an inagural marshmallow roast last night in our new firepit. (It's freestanding, so we just put it on the dirt where our flagstone patio will someday be.) Although Forrest went the cheap route and bought the Western Family marshmallows . . . and he will be the first to admit that it was a mistake and that t he marshmallows lacked the proper crunchy/gooey consistency . . . the kids still had a great time, and I survived even though I was totally paranoid that my neice Ayva was going to toddle into the fire. And Wyatt loved the fire. Mesmerized. Finally we got the kids in bed, exhausted and smelling like smoke, and our long holiday weekend was complete.