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Scout is totally the little guy on the totem pole when Seth’s family is around.  But he L-O-V-E-S it!  He loves all of the action, and the craziness….even if he does take on the craziness for the month after they leave.  The best is that he is the youngest of the bunch, but thinks he is right up there with the two oldest.

Micah said there is a yoga position called “happy baby” where you are on your back and hold your toes.  My baby has definitely mastered the pose.  Micah was showering and came out to a sleeping baby girl in her favorite pose as of lately, so he snapped some pics.  It looks uncomfortable, but I get it because I used to sleep in the middle splits….so she takes after me.

Miss Clifford officially had her first day of school.  I was utterly amazed that she had Scout’s attention the entire day.  She is obviously a really good teacher.  It could also be the curriculum.  She incorporated swimming, learning about the letter A, a picnic, more learning about the calendar, and nap time into her schedule.  Scout was totally bummed that she left for Utah the next day, because he wanted to go to school again! Here are the details:

I had to sign Scout in, and according to Miss Clifford, I already messed up by not putting my name…..so she added it.

Here is Scout being taught.  Notice his monkey backpack that he was so excited to use.  Miss Clifford has great legs….don’t you think?

Their picnic came after “Chef Jonas” (how embarassing!) whipped up a delicious and nutritious meal for everyone.  And she was thrilled to be invited to the blanket.

Miss Clifford was thrilled that Scout didn’t even get one timeout on his first day.   She warned me that she was going to come down with an iron fist if needed.  I said, “go ahead”.

The good bye kiss.  A little weird between a teacher and her student.

There is nothing consistent about Scout’s timeouts.  They are never in the same place, and I don’t keep a timer so they aren’t the same length. (By the way…..who does?)  Anyway, I am always amazed that when I (or Micah or Skilly on Nonnie or anyone else) puts Scout in a timeout, he doesn’t get out.  When I put him there, I tell him he is in a time out and to sit and not move.  And amazingly enough…he does exactly that.  The kid stays there while usually talking to himself or singing and never moves.  I have even kind of forgot he was in timeout a few times, and he was sitting still for up to ten minutes.  Then when I go to get him, we talk over how things “should” have been handled, he has to apologize to me and the other victim, and give kisses and hugs to both as well.  I am writing this down for record’s sake because I have a gut feeling that Navy Baby won’t be as easy.  We’ll see.  My mom is already claiming that she can see the hormones raging.

These two are finally taking baths together.  They both love the other one with them.  She kicks like crazy, and he takes care of her by making sure she has all of her toys.  They are too cute.  But why does she look almost as big as he does?

Belly let Scout go to her camp whenever he wanted.  His favorite was the last day when he was going to get to catch ladybugs in his bug catcher.  Belly had other ideas, and let them crawl all over him.  He was slightly hesitant, but after she helped clean them off of him, they kissed and made up. (You are welcome Tristen for not showing the worst of the pictures!)

Scout and I woke up the other morning looking for something extra fun to do.  We decided to take a long walk with Icka and head over to Tristen’s school where she and Skilly were hosting a week long summer camp.  We had a really fun time with many exciting stops along the way.  We stopped to:

…….let Scout play at the park…….

….so I could feed Icka.

Then we went to the farm and picked out a snack to eat.

Then it was off to the petting zoo where we hung out with an ostrich, llama and cow.

We ran over to see if we could take the train for any part of the way, and lucked out because only 5 minutes after we got there, we hopped on until Avery Parkway.

Scout was loving his first time on the train.

Then it was time for a sweet treat at Cherry On Top.

Icka was loving the tart, and would scream until I got her next bite to her.

This was my view for about an hour when Scout and I played “I love you the most”.  We just said it back and forth a zillion times.

Time for naps!

All in all, the walk was just under 11 miles.  We lallygagged the whole way, and stopped whenever we wanted. The two kiddos were literally perfect.  They hung out, we sang, I told them stories, we played games, we stopped, they snacked.  Scout wanted to go the next day, but my three blisters gave me an excuse to skip out.

Every morning when Scout is getting ready for the bath, he insists on getting his hat (just like Nonnie).  Many times he gets his hat on as soon as he wakes up and cruises around the house and eats with it on.  His is the pink hat, and he makes sure Nonnie’s is the blue.  Then when he gets in the bath, he finds his water gun that I keep confiscating and squirts me.  Naughty….naughty.

I have been teaching Scout lately about how to choose the right.  We have had a family night on it and we have also been trying to reiterate it daily life.  Problem is….it is hard to teach in the heat of the moment.  So we were at Deseret Book the other day, and I saw little stickers that say CTR and Choose The Right on them.  He is really into stickers from his swim teacher, so we bought them to work their magic.  Then at the checkout counter, I saw “Chews The Right” gum, and told him that if he chose the right all day, and was a really good boy, he would get his gum at night.  He was totally into it….until the first episode occured.

I wasn’t finished checking out, and Scout made his way over to a monopoly game.  He wanted to play, and started pulling the plastic cover off.  It was about half way off when I caught him.  I told him that what he did wasn’t choosing the right, but if he apologized to the workers, it would be okay.  (By this time, he already had his sticker on his hand.)  After about six times of telling him that he needed to apologize, and him suddenly becoming a mute, I excused myself from the checkout counter.  We went and talked about his sticker, and the gum for later that night.  We also talked about if someone broke something of his, how it would make him sad.  Something in our “talk” clicked, and he headed right back and looked in the mans eyes and said sorry.  He was a humble little thing…it was so cute.

He was pretty good the rest of the day, and got his gum.  The next day was hilly….it had ups and downs.  Yesterday was awesome.  He would think to do something naughty, and then I would remind him of his sticker, and he would be good.  I proudly presented him with his gum last night.  What a good little boy.