Hats

Wyatt LOVES hats. He always has; and the fetish has only got worse as he's gotten older because he is now more mobile. Now he not only wears hats he wears:Blankets... The funniest part is that he loves to walk around with blankets on his head so he can't see. He bumps into stuff all the time, laughs, gets up and keeps going. You'd think he'd learn but he loves it and thinks it is so funny.

Headbands.... He wears these as sunglasses too.....

Hair ties.....

Visors.... They often don't feel just right for him so he messes with them till he's satisfied....

Goggles....

He wears these for hours, most of the time he wears them on top of his head not over his eyes..
Evan wants to get in on the photo op too....

I left out the pictures of him in his hats because those aren't quite as interesting as his "homemade" hats. He wears all the hats he can get a hold of, pants are often found on his head, and food is also a popular item he chooses to wear.

Softball Days

We play a lot of softball in the summer and when we practice the boys are always with us. They are starting to take a very big interest in it as well, especially Evan. Wyatt wants to play a lot but mostly has to hang out in the dug out because he's still so small.

Getting ready for the throw...

Catching the ball. He was using my glove to catch which is way to big so he had to use both hands to hold it.

Picking up the bat. It is just cute to me because the bats are as big as he is. He actually is a pretty good hitter.

Little Wyatt trying to sneak out of the dugout.

My Amazing Ray of Sunshine

I LOVE THIS KID! He is so funny and such a ham all the time. He always makes me smile and makes me feel so special. I love his laugh, and his ever giving sense of humor. Probably why his nickname is my sunshiny bear.

Grandma Olsen

January 1922- May 2009

Things I love and want to remember about Grandma Olsen:

Her rolls

Her butter potato breakfasts with cream of Weber milk

How we weren't allowed to touch the walls in her house (which is something that I now understand but as a child tried to exploit.)

How she made me feel that I was always her favorite
How she called me Rebecca, Kathleen, Mary Jo, and finally Jenny

She is the hardest worker I know

Hearing stories about her weeding and gardening beets as a child

Sneaking peas from her garden before dinner time

Wearing pink fuzzy socks and sliding down her immaculately clean and slippery hallway

The way she saved even the last spoonful of food in Tupperware in her fridge

When she would take home leftovers for the cats

She loved animals

Her hugs, and the way she smelled

Christmas was always more special at her house

Chatting about everything on the couch in her kitchen

The blocks with everyone's name on them

Her laundry shoot, and helping her do wash

The flower bed

The hot water bottle that she gave me when I was sick

Listening to her talk about her homecoming dance

The love she had for everyone, especially my Grandpa

Her stubbornness and Independence

Listening to her curse for the first time

Camping in the canyon

Watching her welcome everyone into our family

Her hugs, and kisses

"Grandma you look so pretty," "oh Jenny I never looked pretty a day in my life."

How she never was older than 29+

How she keeps all of us as a family together

Her big tinted glasses... she was in fashion before the rest of us

Her ever giving heart

How much I'll miss her

Getting her hair done and never going anywhere where there was wind

Seeing her hair white for the first time

Knowing she was the coolest Grandma

Her house, the farm, and the land we played

Sitting on her lap while she read me stories

Watching her face light up when I played the piano

How much I love her