Pictures from the last few weeks...
Wesley was "making me lunch" one morning before school... future culinary artist like his daddy? Perhaps!
Wesley insisted one day on wearing "his" headband (one of mine that he found in a bathroom drawer) to school. He apparently wore it all morning, through naptime, and only had to take it off when he started drawing in his snack with it. The dogs are gratuitous in this shot but cute!
Wesley was a two-fisted candy eater at the ASU Homecoming Parade.
Wesley decided he needed to wear a kitchen towel as a head scarf so that he too could be a pirate... the shorts over the pants were his teacher's way of keeping the loaner pants he was wearing on (the shorts are his). It worked... and he didn't seem to mind the insult to his style at all as he kept both shorts and pants on until bathtime.
This was just today at the park... a groupe of kids that were there before we got there made a huge leaf pile and then abandoned it when they left... Wesley and two little girls who were also there made sure it didn't go to waste! Look at that smile!
This was this evening... back at the park. He was pretending he was "stuck" and calling for Mommy and Daddy to come save him.
Wesley, Daddy, and the doggies (Tater is behind Reid) on the "River Walk."
Wesley walking in Cole Park.
Some of my favorite things that Wesley is saying/doing right now...
The other morning, he requested that rather than going to school he wanted to go to outer space. We got in our "rocket" (the car) and he counted down from five to zero (with a bit of help from Mommy... going backwards with his numbers is tricky!) and then yelled "Blast-off!" As we drove he would periodically call out "Outer space, where are you?" He was not terribly pleased when outer space turned out to, indeed, be the parking lot of his daycare.
He will run ahead of me and then turn back and say, "Wait for me, mommy."
He will hold up a finger and exclaim, "I have an idea."
He will stop, cock his head, and say "Hey. I hear subing." It could be a dog barking, a car, a bird, etc... apparently his hearing is a-okay.
He frequently narrates his emotional state, telling us "No. I not (whatever it is we're asking). I mad."
He LOVES to put coins in his piggy bank and will ask his father on a regular basis for coins. He has, on more than one occasion, brought me my purse to go searching for coins in my wallet as well.
Alright... I think that's enough for now. I don't want to overdo it after all!