March 30, 2010

Spring Clean-Up

First comes the work...




Then comes the play...

March 29, 2010

Wesley's First Haircut

Wesley lost his baby look on Friday. So sad... Hello big boy look. Thanks for the cut, Carly!

March 24, 2010

Wesley's First Fort

We made Wesley his first ever blanket fort in the living room on Sunday. I don't think he quite got the hang of it, but at least his mommy and daddy had fun playing in it. I'm sure the tables will turn one day so instead of Ben and I begging him to play with us, he'll be begging us to play with him.

March 23, 2010

March Madness

I think March Madness is wearing on Wes a little. He decided to throw up some hoops the other day with his Pops. He knew exactly what to do. He even attempted to dribble the ball without being shown how. He is picking things up way to quick. He's a typical toddler sponge.

Note: Wesley was playing with the neighbor boy's blue and yellow University of Marquette ball. I think Ben was even a bit hesitant to let Wes just hold a ball with those colors. :)

March 18, 2010

Curious Kids Museum

Last weekend we decided to go to the St. Joseph Curious Kids Museum. Wesley walked in the building and stood in awe. Here are some of the things that we did.

We played with water.

Wesley was completely frightened by the scary lady in the cage. He held onto his daddy as tight as he could. He was not amused one bit.


He went for a ride on the carousel. Two studs on a stud.

He stood next to the rock climbing wall.

March 16, 2010

Peek-a-boo!

This vinyl climber was Wesley's birthday present from his mommy and daddy. His daddy just knew that Wes would love it, and he was sure right! He loves crawling through the tunnel and climbing up and over it. He has even already tried running down the slide portion. What a little daredevil we have.

March 10, 2010

Trouble Makers

"So Butters, what should we do next?

March 8, 2010

Shoo Fly, Don't Bother Me!

Shoo fly, don't bother me. Shoo fly don't bother me. Shoo fly don't bother me,
for I belong to somebody.

Well, in our case it was probably more like... "Shoo little boy, don't bother me." At least it kept Wesley busy for a good five minutes and I don't think that he ever managed to get the little guy. Good thing, because we all know that whatever Wes can get his little patties on goes into his mouth. :)

March 7, 2010

Walk'n Shoes

We made a trip to Willer's Shoe Store so that Wes could get fitted for his first pair of walking shoes, which were his birthday present from Great Grandma Jean. He was an excellent boy and even got to go for a spin or two on the horsies. Those are the same wooden horsies that Ben used to ride on as a little boy.

"Thanks for the ride, Ginger. See ya next time."

March 3, 2010

Future Crafter?

Uh oh! Wesley has found a new favorite piece of literature to read... Martha Stewart Living Magazine. He is constantly grabbing it out of the magazine rack and bringing it over to one of us to "read". By now, I've looked through it page-by-page with him at least five times and I know Ben has looked through it with him at least four. I don't know what exactly draws him to it, but there are quite a few ads with either babies, dogs and/or cats in them. I'm hoping he finds a new favorite soon. Ben is hoping he leans toward Golf Magazine or The Family Handyman Magazine next. :)

March 2, 2010

Never Too Young


You're never too young to start having some chores around the house, right? Wesley and I have started a ritual of feeding the cats together every evening. He'll go into the pantry, grab the cup and wait for me to fill it up for him. We then walk over to the kitty dish and I help guide him to ensure the food ends up in the dish and not on the floor. He must enjoy doing it, because he grabs the cup EVERY TIME the pantry door is left ajar. I've created a little kitty feeding monster. :)

March 1, 2010

Tiny Tumbler

Wesley just LOVES his tumbling class. He loves it so much, that he likes to practice at home. He'll randomly stand on his head and patiently wait for someone to help him finish his somersault. What a crazy boy we have.