Things to do in Wisconsin

A couple of weeks ago we headed to one of the many apple orchards around our area. It was already a little late in the season so we were lucky to find a place still open. The days activities included riding a horse drawn carriage...

playing on old, stationary tractors. Tyson thought this was amazing (though I will say that all of his John Deer paraphernalia apparently had no impact as he seemed to prefer the red tractor).

playing in a little, kid sized house...

while mama was too busy taking the picture to notice her child had done a face plant.

and finally asking a perfect stranger to take our picture.

all growed up...

We we are fast approaching the 18 month mark (how we got here so fast and in one piece I'm not really sure) and life is good....wild but good. Tyson is climbing all over everything, jumping off of most things and repeating everything we say. I am trying very very hard to implement a verbal filter while Jason is trying very very hard to teach him to say things like "boob." We are screwing him up in our own very special way.  On a different note, we have been pacifier free for a couple of months now and it is glorious. I was tired the potential meltdown if I forgot the darn thing and the having to sneak into his room to replace it if he was screaming at night (and a little hopeful that no nuk=less sickness running through our house since Tyson is very good at sharing his pacifier with other little boys and girls) and pretty unhappy that it was already affecting his teeth. As a child of orthodontia (years and years of it) due to my crazy big teeth in my crazy small mouth, I am willing to do just about anything so my kid has straight teeth and the pediatrician said that we would notice a difference in his smile almost immediately. All in all it's been a really easy transition, so much better than I anticipated. However, the catch is not having something that would immediately soothe and quiet him during a tantrum. 

...now I just bribe him with crackers. 

I only take the pictures...

So I recently either sold or packed away all things military since I no longer need any of it. Tyson found one of my hats and thought it was the neatest toy ever. Ironic since trying to get him to wear his winter hat begins with a rousing chase throughout the house and usually ends with a wrestling match and at least one person throwing a tantrum. Anyway, this hat is now one of his favorite accessories. 

*Disclaimer* I did NOT put him up to any of this I swear. I only take the pictures.

Word brutha...

Happy Veteran's Day everyone!!!

*another disclaimer-again-I didn't put him up to this. He comes up with this crap all on his own....even the tiny salute. That is all him. 

the trickers and the treaters...

So our first attempt at Halloween came in the form of a party at an assisted living center that's run by the hospital Jason works for. Our new parent selves eagerly set out to show off what we were sure to be the cutest darn puppy around. Turns out he was the cutest...kid in a fur jumpsuit. He threw an epic tantrum (oh yes, we're in the tantrum stage now) every time we attempted to put the hood (which is essentially the best part of the costume) on his head. ...Luckily Tyson barked at everyone so they weren't confused...

He did however, think the puppy on his shoulder was super cool. What a cute little two headed monster I have. 

The second attempt was on halloween itself. This time it was really cold out so he didn't have a choice on whether to wear his hood or not...

...and he was pissed. 

"I will tell you exactly what I think of this crazy holiday!!!"

Begone with you...fetch me my candy!