Thursday, June 9, 2011

Summer Vacation Begins or in other words "What to do with Wyatt"

Summer Vacation, Day 1

With much fear and dread summer vacation has sprung on me like an angry swarm of ants. Biting and itching and possibly stinging . . . Maybe I have over reacted to the eminent threat of Wyatt being home all day for summer. And as such, it only seems appropriate to take the challenge of properly documenting summer vacation 2011.

Two days ago, I was not bubbling in glorious sunshine at the thought of my first born being at home. I must bashfully admit I had a rather good laugh while posting my problem on the Facebook. Those who know Wyatt, know Wyatt . . .

Here's how it read:

Wyatt's last day of what do i do?
Yesterday at 7:19am · Privacy: · ·

    • Melynda Coble Harrison Put some food outside and lock the door;)
      Yesterday at 7:21am · · 1 person
    • Julia King Haahaaaa! I wish it could be that easy. Will child protective services arrest me? And then do I put in a cat door for Ella?
      Yesterday at 7:37am · · 1 person
    • Agatha Christie Smith Ruh, roh.
      Yesterday at 8:30am ·
    • Dawn Marshall Smith Like he's not going to keep himself occupied? The kid is an evil genius! :-D
      Yesterday at 8:34am ·
    • Amy Moll Harley Summer camp!
      23 hours ago ·
    • Melynda Coble Harrison I think the cat door will make it ok to CPS.
      23 hours ago · · 1 person
    • Julia King I'm thinking a child size straight jacket and some shackles might come in handy. LOL.
      23 hours ago ·
    • Suzi King You might need a muzzle too. ;-)
      23 hours ago · · 1 person
    • Julia King Won't duct tape work?
      22 hours ago ·
    • Doris Sturm You just roll with it, baby ;-)
      21 hours ago ·
    • Kate Emmett-Wilder Panic!!!
      20 hours ago ·
    • Kathleen Scarvie Does he like a sport, other than destroying things? Maybe sign him up for a summer league or class, or swim lessons; if nothing else it will tire him out a bit. Even better... sign him up with a nearby friend so that you only have to go 1/2 the time! And I think the the doggie door might placate CPS!
      19 hours ago ·
    • Julia King I've got swim lessons, one week of sports camp and am working on other options... :)
      19 hours ago ·
    • Kathleen Scarvie That and the duct tape, and you're good to go!! ;-)
      19 hours ago ·
    • Ingrid Stram Doll Theres always tadpoles, we still have lots..
      16 hours ago ·
    • Julia King Ingrid we will take you up on that!
      16 hours ago ·
    • Ann Lounsbury Horner Play!!!!!!!!
      10 hours ago ·
    • Julia King Ann - you have the balcony view to his frolicking. Although we probably look like little ants down here. :)
      about an hour ago ·

So you see quite a bit of ill-gotten humor at my child's expense. Bwahhaaaa. I still laugh. Bad mommy.

But today dawned with optimism. The 6 a.m. wake up call from Wyatt did not occur. In fact, he did not show his half-cracked eyes at the side of my bed until almost 7. Time to call the Guinness Book of World records. Wyatt has staked his reputation on being awake at 6 or earlier for his entire 6-year existence. But taking the blessing as it came, Wyatt climbed into bed and snoozed for another 15 minutes or so until Ella arrived chirping like a bright little house finch. She is a chipper lady-girl and always very talky-talky upon rising from her princess slumbers.

An added twist to this morning included a note; Ella held it in her hand. It was a note from her Dadda:

Now who can't start their day off on a good foot with a note like that! (Let's forget about the out-door pooping, shall we?)

So off we go away we glide into the light of day. Somehow by 8:30 hidden treasure pirate maps were constructed from cardboard and paper bags. Mommy sent the kids outside to hide their valuable loot for later...

With the indistinguishable landmarks accurately mapped for our pirate escapades how could we not find what we were looking for?

Then Wyatt's got trapped in some kind of Japanese foot binding ceremony which I had to put to a quick, sudden and definitive end. We'll not have any toes falling off today. Not on my watch...

While outside burying treasure, Wyatt bounced back to the house like a Tigger the Tiger carrying his close personal friend from the garden. Mr. Snail was to have a visit to the big house. His all expense paid trip into my hostile abode was not without a cost. Yep. Experiment time.

NO, NO. No salt shakers are aloud around snails here. We just figure out if snails get dizzy by rolling them around in a pot. Or Wyatt figures out if they can stand the stare of death.

"DUDE! It has big eyes!"

"DUDE! It has big eyes!"

What snails across America are thinking this summer . . .

After snail fest 2011 was over and the snails were released to eat my flower beds, we did some errands, like packaging 46 Bingo's Big Adventure books for shipment to Baker and Taylor. We went to the post office and got some gum. Wyatt began writing his first summer novel finishing three pages of illustrations and text. Splash fest XXII occurred while washing the car.

Then I decided we'd better find the treasure before we forgot it altogether...

Treasure = one large tan-ish orange rock and a small metal container. Not pictured. Too exciting. I did not want to incite riots over this loot. Please no rioting.

Then we took a few gratuitous family portraits cause I have to train Wyatt and Ella to use the camera "properly."

Ella is obviously thinking, "Who is this woman sitting next to me and when do I scream for my real mommy?"

But then some distant memory flooded her cranium and she remembered I was actually her real mommy.

And not to be left out of the nose - nose experience . . . the grubby faced, pirate acting, snail touching, dirt groveling, nose boy.

Agggghhhh! This kid picks too many boogers for me to take this with ease. But how can I say no?

And then baths and stories and bed. And Day 1 was over. Maybe summer won't be so bad after all.


theUngourmet said...

What a fun post Julia! I love the shots of Wyatt and the snail...especially that second one. At least he's not afraid to get dirty. My son steps one foot outside and screams, "Nature, it's all over me! Get if off!". What a goofball! Have an amazing summer! ;)

Doris Sturm said...

Sounds good so far...glad you all survived, but I'm still thinking about Wyatt's pooping outside. Guess he's really house trained - or outside trained LOL

Doris Sturm said...

p.s. yes, the snail shots are great!

Pricilla said...

One down, 89 to go.

Great post!

Julia said...

Doris-Occasionally when Wyatt is in the back of the property...he just can't get the house in time. I keep telling him he needs to plan better. LOL.

Suzi said...

Still with the outdoor pooping? I better watch my step.

Sharkbytes said...

You'll make it! I love Wyatt's energy and excitement. Can he build a treehouse? My dad fixed a couple of secure foundation boards for me and then let me create the rest all on my own. He gave me a pick and shovel and a spot where I was allowed to dig. I always hoped to make a cave and tunnel, but we lived in hard-as-a-rock gray clay New York. Got a big hole though!

Captain Dumbass said...

We've still got a couple weeks to go here, but the fear is alive and well.

Sharon Lovejoy said...

Well, I ADORE WYATT...send him to Maine with us. He can run free on our safe island.

I LOVE the photo of his eyes above the snail can.

Maybe you guys need to read The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating!

All summer joys...gosh, aren't summer hours long?????

Sharon Lovejoy Writes from Sunflower House and a Little Green Island

Ratty said...

Looks like you figured out how to occupy their time pretty well.

Mel said...

This post is hilarious! And I love your owl shirt!

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