I finally got around to uploading pictures…pictures way back from Memorial Day and our visit to the farm. These are some of the highlights – there are more over on flickr for your viewing pleasure.
When I say Joey does Army-style push-ups on his toes, I’m not kidding. This is part of his “army crawl” that he uses to get around, albeit rather slowly. He’s been doing a lot of rocking on his hands and knees so I’m sure he’ll be crawling for real soon.
Before we went up to the farm, we told Ben about how he would get to ride on a real tractor. He was all excited about it! Then Grandpa drove the tractor over to where we were standing and it was loud and noisy and he got scared.
Later on, after we’d been sitting out on the patio visiting for a while, Ben ventured back over to the tractor to check it out a little closer. You can see Steve at the edge of the picture looking on. We never did start it up again and take him for a ride, though. Maybe Uncle Con will have a tractor with a cab where you can start the tractor after everyone is safe inside the cab.
Steve’s family is known for not being photogenic. His grandma is no exception. Every time I take a picture of her, it seems, she has this hard, stern look on her face…even when she’s smiling.
So we were sitting around on the patio visiting and Joey had fallen asleep on Steve’s dad’s lap. I was shooting a couple pictures of him, and Steve’s grandma told me not to take pictures of her. I assured her that I was taking pictures of Joey and not her. Really, I was. But she was in the background, of course.
This is a picture I caught and will forever treasure because Steve’s grandma in the background looks like the grandma we know instead of the one we see in pictures.
Last week after mowing the lawn, I decided to wash the car. Ben sees the neighbor do this all the time, so he was very excited to get to wash the car himself.
I gave him a bucket and a sponge and set him to work. Clearly he is enjoying himself. We shall have to do this more often.
Finally, this weekend while I went to my knitting guild meeting, Steve got out the swimming pool and filled it for Ben.
You know you’re a redneck if…your child goes swimming wearing his underwear instead of swimming trunks. Not to worry – I bought him some real swimming trunks finally yesterday so it won’t happen again.
Note the alfalfa growing so nicely in my garden in the background.