The Boys and the Stuff They Do

Little Wyker is finally getting a little past the Momma's Boy stage, so he'll let me put him to sleep.  After he's asleep I try to trick him into feeling secure while he's sleeping, and I've found that a giant protective shield from his big brother's 'loves' helps do the trick.

DeA tried to get him to sleep propped up because of his cold, but it didn't last very long before he woke up.

Rock loves watching his cartoons and holding an old PlayStation controller.

Rock knew that the chores needed done in the back 40 whether the weather was nice or not.  He spent the afternoon working on the ol' John Deere and getting stuff done.

You have to look close, but Farmer Joe has his coat on upside down.

Here's a better look at his coat.

Rock has been doing a good job of showing Ryker around the house...maybe a little too good.

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"Huh, what you looking at?  Yeah, that's what I thought."

Little Wyker's hair keeps getting longer and longer over his ears, so he looks like Craig T. Nelson from Coach.

This was on Sunday, 30 seconds before we walked out the door to church.  He still doesn't understand why he couldn't take his tractor to nursery or why the hat and glasses didn't get to go inside the building.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN AT?"

So, yeah, Rock got his annual buzz cut.  This time it went over a whole lot better than the last time.

I personally think that the haircut helps him sleep better, but Mommy thinks it's the boots and hat.

This morning the boys and I hung out and watched Toy Story.  Rock had to go grab his Buzz and Woody, and Ryker had to try and take them from Rock.

For the most part Rock was a good sport, 

but then sometimes he wasn't and Ryker thought about landing a round house punch to the face (or he was thinking about flying off of the couch like Superman, I'm not sure).

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Lots

We've got some ground to cover, so let's get going.  First, Nick wasn't thrilled that he wasn't allowed to wear his sweet tie to the big wedding.

 Ryker wasn't happy about getting put in the clink while Mommy got ready for said big wedding.

 Rock was thrilled about being packed and ready for just about anything.

 We got to the SLC temple nice and early for the ceremony, and then weren't sure where to go so we just wondered around.  Ryker checked out for a spell, and eventually frantic people ushered us to where we should have been all along.

 Meanwhile, Whitni and Katie checked out the non-married guys that were walking around.

 Speaking of non-married guys running around, Rock was running everywhere.  It's kind of like spitting on a hot griddle.  Go ahead, I'll wait while you preheat the griddle to try it.

 Nick was not a fan of wearing a puke red Utah tie in SLC.  Too many people told him "Go Utah" and he'd have to punch them right in their pink underbelly.  

 I guess we should throw in one of these pictures just to prove that we were at a wedding.

 Once Ryker woke up he was pretty happy to be a part of the party.

Rock didn't love all the lovey-dovey crap.

 We had a sweet reception in Utah with catered Cafe Rio (not pictured: sweet reception in Utah with catered Cafe Rio).  Then we drove over to Manson for a second reception.  Rock tried to supervise the operation, but then decided if you want to get something done right, you better do it yourself.

 Finally all the wedding stuff was done and behind us, and the boys got to return home to their new toys.

 Rock enjoyed giving Ryker some soothing tours of the house.

 DeAndra tried to get back into the habit of working out, but someone took over her stepping apparatus.

 Ryker really loves his Red Ryder wagon.

 He's starting to learn how to go Red Ryder surfing.  He's got it down pretty well.

 He's even starting to get cocky and show off while surfing. 

 The toy that Rock really likes to play with lately is the new PS3.  Mama Rae got him a Mater racing game and he already knows how to make Mater go, jump and crash.  He also knows how to lean and jump with the characters.

Beefcakes at the Table

There was a time when our little Ryker was a little butterball, but now he's all beefcake.  He's not afraid to take his shirt off anytime, anywhere.

 It's nice that he's so confident, but it makes it hard to get him to eat when he's busy flexing the chiseled pipes.

 Rock is a little more reserved about his physique, and he prefers to drive the ladies mad with his shirt-tie-hat getup.  It makes the ladies guess, and that drives them crazy.  Also, they go nuts over his snot-stache.

 At dinner the other night he decided to try the Tobasco Sauce again.  Before it didn't go so well.

 Ryker was happy to stick with safe things, like plastic lids.

 Rock handled the Tabasco sauce a little better this time, but still didn't think that it went well with apple sauce.

 Rock likes to call people on the phone, and if they don't answer he says "call me back!".

 Ryker has learned how to kick his feet up while at the dinner table, and he's also learned to push himself over backwards.  Mommy isn't sure that she's thrilled about either new talent.

 I came home from dinner tonight to homemade chicken cordon bleu!  It was especially nice since DeA hates working with chicken (or any meat).  She did a great job, so I thought it needed documented on the blog.  Mmm...bleu...

 Rock saw me taking pictures of my food, so of course he had to take some pics of his own.  His pics might almost be better than mine.

 Right before the boys went to bed it started snowing hard.  They wanted to go outside and play in it, but had to settle for the window.

 Eventually they ended up wrestling like bear cubs, and Ryker is starting to fight back a little better.

 His favorite tactic is still to try and crawl away to his mommy.

 He is starting to learn how to throw his haymaker with more authority, and once he learns how to land it he will be able to play with whichever of Rock's toys he wants to.