But I have so many things on my mind that I want to share; it's hard to narrow down the list. I'll give you a couple. Sorry if they are random.
Here is a picture of Sutton dressed as a "cowboy." His hat is my straw summer hat, his holster is my gold belt, and his "gun" (we don't call it that) is a spinning flower thing that he tore the petals off of. We call it his "sonic screwdriver," a la Doctor Who.


Then Dave got up, and I got to go take a nap for about an hour. I know, I know, but for some reason, I didn't sleep well last night. Go figure-with Sutton kicking me every few minutes, shocker, right?
So, after I got up, we got dressed and went to the Everett Animal Farm park. It's a typical park with a playground, and a picnic area, but this place also has a small petting farm and offers pony rides on the weekends.
Sutton had a blast meeting all the animals.



Then we waited in line, so Sutton could ride "a horsie, not a pony!" He was very adamant that it be a horsie, not a pony. Then as they were putting the helmet on him, his little chin got pinched in the buckle and he started crying. And that quickly escalated into a full meltdown. At this time, he was very hungry and tired, so we left. After a late lunch of Five Guys burgers and fries, where he ate 2/3 of my cheeseburger AND his entire grilled cheese, he was much happier.
I have a confession to make....I have a gardening addiction. OMG, I am actually growing things! And not just weeds! LOOK!




This is the inside of the greenhouse, where I have like six different types of tomatoes, three different types of peppers, and two different kinds of basil. Like I said, an addiction. But coming from AZ, where you can't really grow anything but cacti, I'm loving the fact that I can grow my own food. In fact, we're eating the broccoli as a side with dinner tomorrow night.
That's all for now. I'll try to be better about posting more frequently. Next time, I'll talk about the time we took Sutton to the community pool. Let me put this way-Sutton and I both ended up in the deep end. He jumped in (expecting it to be shallow) and I had to jump in after him. The lifeguard just watched.
More next time...
You should look into the local library. They often have story hours and other activities for little ones and it's free. Playgroups are generally free too. Also, you may want to check the local public school for an affordable preschool--many of them are really good and have sliding scales for payments based on your income.
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