Bounce Much?

I set up Kyle's old bouncer for Kaleb the other day. As you can see, he loved it. The only problem is the fact that he is still too small for it. Even a phone book under his tootsies did not do the trick. He will grow into it soon enough though.
And that makes me sad.

The Frontier Prison

Today I took the boys to the Wyoming Frontier Prison here in Rawlins. We bundled up with lots of layers. It was about 45 degrees outside, so it was bound to be colder inside of the stone prison. It was. Kyle thought it was great fun to try out the bed on cell block C.

And apparently solitary confinement was great fun as well.

I specifically told him that this is the ONLY time that he should ever be in a prison cell. Ever. I will kick your bum otherwise, you punk.

This dandy cell is 12'x12' and housed 3 men. That is more people in less of a space than we have in our RV. And we actually like each other. I bet that was a comfortable living situation.

This cell housed 2 inmates and was a whopping 8'x12'. This is how prisons today should be. No more pampered prisoners.

This was the 'sunny side' of the prison, the hot spot, the place to be. If you were incarcerated. I guess one has to strive for the best in any situation.

See this guy? Every time he got arrested he would give the local judge a different name so that he would not be labeled a habitual offender. The sole purpose of this was to make sure he only got the minimum sentence each time he was caught. His ruse worked until he was brought back to this prison for a second time and the warden knew who he was. Gotchas sucker!

This is quite the building. Very neat looking. Very big. Probably scary as heck at night.

Kyle thought it was pretty darn spiffy. Does he know what spiffy is? Would he use it he did. So many questions.

All in all, the tour was informative with quite a few great stories thrown in. If you ever happen to be in Rawlins Wyoming, check it out!

Hanna Wyoming

One (rare) nice day in Wyoming we decided to check out Hanna. My fingers automatically want to type "Montana" after I write Hanna. They also want to spell it Hannah. Oh, the world in which we live.

Kyle got to test his skills on not one, but TWO playgrounds. He decided that we should hang out there for a while.

Kaleb approved. Just not with excitement.

It was really a fly by the seat of our pants sort of trip.

We checked out a cool old tank. Kyle wanted to drive it. It is all part of his plan to take over the world. Calm down kiddo! No tanks for your birthday until you are at least 7.

I have never, in my life, seen a contraption such as this. It is a gigantic snow blower for the railroad. I believe that if you need a gigantic snow blower to ride the rails over a stretch of land, the land ain't worth riding. There, I said it. I am unimpressed with snow. Admitting the problem is the first step.

Kaleb was dually unimpressed. This is his unimpressed look. And his "I farted" look. And his "my tongue is cool" look. Maybe I should not automatically assume that I know what this look means. OK, I am labeling his look to further my own unimpressed views. So sue me.

Daddy and Kyle decided to check out a ginormous drag line. Kyle was fully impressed.

Kaleb and I waited in the car because Mama did not feel like trekking through the mud. Eww. This was much more fun.

That big ol' thing makes Daddy and Kyle look itty bitty.

Whoa Mama. Larabee wanted to drive it, I am sure. Once an equipment man, always an equipment man.

The parts of a face

A few minutes ago Kyle decided to name the parts of my face. (and yes, I know this picture is old- I did it on purpose!)

He pointed to and named off my cheek, ear, other ear, nose, chin, eye, hair, other eye, lips, mouth, and............................booger. Yes, my child pointed up my nose and said booger. It was so funny that we were both laughing our heads off. I had no idea that a booger was a body part. Now I know. I learn something from this boy every single day. At least he knows where boogers belong.

My Mama

This is my Mama.
Technically she is our Mama (Mine, Bobbie's, and Levi's).
But hey, as the oldest, she was mine first. (so there)I do not think that I could have asked for a better Mom. We had our differences, but according to her it only lasted about a month and then I was "back to normal". Mom, maybe you were the one that was acting abnormally...ever think of that? Ok, ok, that is probably not the case, but I had to try. Anyhow, now we are great friends and I can talk to her about anything. We are even taking classes together through LCSC and....wait for it..... will actually both graduate with our Bachelors degrees on the same date. Strange how things work.
My Mom is proof to me that a teenage mother can be a good mother, even a great mother, and quite possibly a fantastic mother. I would say that my Mama ranks in the 'fantastic' category. I am not just saying that because I want something or because I need to kiss some booty. I truly believe it. After all, she raised me.

And I think that she is the best.

I have a tongue!

Kaleb recently discovered that he has a tongue. He love to stick it out at us, and sometimes it is all he wants to do. It is pretty cute, though it does create a large amount of slobber. Gotta love that face :)

Oh, the things they say

To the untrained eye, this is a guinea pig.

Guinea pigs are cute and fun.

I used to have a guinea pig. His name was Gizmo.

I miss Gizmo.

Anyhow, most of us have untrained eyes.

Children, however, call them as they see them.

Kyle enlightened us today.

We were mistaken: This is NOT, I repeat, NOT a guinea pig.

This is, in fact, a piggy mouse.

'Nuff said.