this was from the other day. crank up the sound to fully appreciate.
30.4.10
this morning.
28.4.10
planters.
another two weeks at the farm. i'd never been up there in the spring and...WOW. you should see it for yourself.
rocket's SO glad to be out of the car seat! as i took this picture he was pooping so much it flowed freely out of his pant leg and into the bumbo.

showing dad his gums.


we took a hike like we always do. this time we tried out the backpack wednesday used to ride in when she was a baby. we speculated before placing him in it that he may be too small, but we tried anyway. the results... well, you'll see.
looking around.

still not sure what's up.

taste test.

putting on his hat. now, before you make fun of my outfit (alright, when you stop laughing...) there were TICKS. EVERYWHERE. and i have proof. you can't just hike in shorts and sandals when there are ticks.

after pulling three ticks off of travis's clothes and two off of mud, we decided we needed something more satisfying than crushing them or lighting them on fire. so...

after the initial five we destroyed we collected four more.

they play dead with their feet sticking up to latch onto whatever unsuspecting victim walks by. ew.

anyway, the hike... nervous about both the backpack AND all the buzzing bees around the apple tree.

after about 4 steps he was already pissed.

he actually fell asleep for about ten minutes, but he wasn't happy when he woke up. this was right after i freaked out because he was screaming and snatched him out of the backpack.


looking at dad like he's a baby killer...

happier.

and this, ladies and gentlemen, is "the rocket wilder single eyebrow raise." rarely seen, never before photographed.

i rested on this rock when i was pregnant with rocket!

big boy.

look at those ears.

daddy!

hound scouting.

sweet boys.

lounger.

trying to escape.

he's so excited in these!

stealing the show.

dad carried him down because he did NOT like the backpack.

my view. he'd obviously accomplished his evil plan :)

travis wanted to plant some fruit trees, so we set out to plot an orchard. this was the morning of the first day we set the nine trees out in formation. this happened twice so we could decide which location we preferred. showing rocket the peach tree...

rocket peeking through the peach tree :)


hands on learning :) you can see in the following pictures that rocket is in the "grab it and put it in my mouth" phase. exhibit a: the peach tree leaf. grab...

left hand score!

showing mommy.

aaand in the mouth.

sitting by the fire pit. still got the leaf.

the next day we put the trees somewhere else and started planting. break time!

"what're you up to mom..."

this is what travis looks like when he's pissed. he has just discovered the ground is hard, full of rocks, and doesn't drain.

nap number one.

tree number one!

soldiering on...



"stop it."

tree number two...

nap number two!

"who puts a baby in a hole...?"

"oh, i like this dirt on my feet!"

he smiles the biggest when he sees his hound.

stomping in the dirt!

hobo feet.


i swear we should have named this idiot "ferdinand"


various completed orchard shots... in the end there were three peach trees, three apple trees, two pear trees, and a cherry tree.



from inside the barn.


i was trying to get the bird's nest on top, but you can't really see it.

travis took rocket for some daddy time on our last day while i cleaned the house. i looked outside and this is what i saw...




just trying to help...

i'm pretty sure that's the longest post ever.
rocket's SO glad to be out of the car seat! as i took this picture he was pooping so much it flowed freely out of his pant leg and into the bumbo.

showing dad his gums.


we took a hike like we always do. this time we tried out the backpack wednesday used to ride in when she was a baby. we speculated before placing him in it that he may be too small, but we tried anyway. the results... well, you'll see.
looking around.

still not sure what's up.

taste test.

putting on his hat. now, before you make fun of my outfit (alright, when you stop laughing...) there were TICKS. EVERYWHERE. and i have proof. you can't just hike in shorts and sandals when there are ticks.

after pulling three ticks off of travis's clothes and two off of mud, we decided we needed something more satisfying than crushing them or lighting them on fire. so...

after the initial five we destroyed we collected four more.

they play dead with their feet sticking up to latch onto whatever unsuspecting victim walks by. ew.

anyway, the hike... nervous about both the backpack AND all the buzzing bees around the apple tree.

after about 4 steps he was already pissed.

he actually fell asleep for about ten minutes, but he wasn't happy when he woke up. this was right after i freaked out because he was screaming and snatched him out of the backpack.


looking at dad like he's a baby killer...

happier.

and this, ladies and gentlemen, is "the rocket wilder single eyebrow raise." rarely seen, never before photographed.

i rested on this rock when i was pregnant with rocket!

big boy.

look at those ears.

daddy!

hound scouting.

sweet boys.

lounger.

trying to escape.

he's so excited in these!

stealing the show.

dad carried him down because he did NOT like the backpack.

my view. he'd obviously accomplished his evil plan :)

travis wanted to plant some fruit trees, so we set out to plot an orchard. this was the morning of the first day we set the nine trees out in formation. this happened twice so we could decide which location we preferred. showing rocket the peach tree...

rocket peeking through the peach tree :)


hands on learning :) you can see in the following pictures that rocket is in the "grab it and put it in my mouth" phase. exhibit a: the peach tree leaf. grab...

left hand score!

showing mommy.

aaand in the mouth.

sitting by the fire pit. still got the leaf.

the next day we put the trees somewhere else and started planting. break time!

"what're you up to mom..."

this is what travis looks like when he's pissed. he has just discovered the ground is hard, full of rocks, and doesn't drain.

nap number one.

tree number one!

soldiering on...



"stop it."

tree number two...

nap number two!

"who puts a baby in a hole...?"

"oh, i like this dirt on my feet!"

he smiles the biggest when he sees his hound.

stomping in the dirt!

hobo feet.


i swear we should have named this idiot "ferdinand"


various completed orchard shots... in the end there were three peach trees, three apple trees, two pear trees, and a cherry tree.



from inside the barn.


i was trying to get the bird's nest on top, but you can't really see it.

travis took rocket for some daddy time on our last day while i cleaned the house. i looked outside and this is what i saw...




just trying to help...

i'm pretty sure that's the longest post ever.
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