celebrating & hunting

Since Poc and Nana were coming so close to Rylee's birthday they waited to give her her birthday presents in person.  Saying Rylee loves her stuffed Elmo in an understatement.  Every action takes twice as long now because Elmo has to do it too. Case in point: Elmo has to have his teeth brushed, turn off the light.  Elmo needs his blankie. (she was quite upset to find out Elmo's diaper doesn't come off or need changed like her own), get buckled in the swing, get stories read to him, takes naps.  He obey's the rule of holding hands while we cross the street (to get the mail).  The only difference I see with him and a third child is we can actually leave him in the car while we  go grocery shopping (for now at least, thank heaven).

 We also celebrated Michael's Mothers birthday as well.  We had brunch at another Food Network rated restaurant where we gave her the gift from Michael's siblings. 

I think she liked it (as did a family sitting next to us). Each of her children with their families took a picture holding up a sign that when put together reads "you are loved all around the world"  her 7 children live in 7 different cities in 4 states, and 2 countries.

 Rylee was getting used to playing all day and napping in the car so when we were actually HOME for naptime she refused - screaming for almost 2 hours. I gave in and let her out of her room . . . . . about an hour later she fell asleep in the swing.

 maybe next time she'll remember how painful that was and choose her bed.

 Michael arranged for a pig hunt with a contractor he's worked with that evening.  It was more or less a guided hunt. I stole this picture from Michael's phone, and am assuming it was his view of the property from the blind they were in.

 Michael and his brother in the blind:

I initially assumed it would be a boys only activity, and was surprised that his little sister Megan wanted to go.  Good thing too, becasue she was the ONLY one to shoot a pig!! Go Megan!!

even if it was a baby.

Michael kept saying "Megan killed Wilbur" :) haha. We'll eat him anyway. . . . . at least his hind-quarters.