A day with Twister

I have to admit that I was kind of nervous when Tristan came to spend the night. I know he loves being with me, but I fully expected a crying spell wanting his mama near bed time. It never happened!

We played inside, we played outside, inside and outside. He discovered not only that MeMaw had forgotten to turn the hose off but that he’s now strong enough to spray it.

Getting him to look at the camera is a real challenge since he’s grown up with a camera in his face. Haden warned that he might turn and spray the camera but luckily he hasn’t figured out how much fun that is yet. Either way, we turned the water off.

See just a trickle now.

He was looking to see where the water went when there was just enough to slam him in the face. Luckily, it just brought giggles.  Bath time over. ;)

Uncle Haden got him a piece of chalk.

Which he promptly put back up. Everything in its place, just ask my Twister.

And the lid must be put on tightly or someone’s not happy.

Doesn’t he look angelic?!

Or maybe that’s devilish? A rock in an empty water bottle makes a grand noise!

Some time on the tricycle wears a boy out.

He played in his stroller, round and round the driveway until Haden and I were dizzy.

When he got out of the stroller he felt the seat belt needed to be buckled. Everything in its place, you know?

He found my crocs and not too many photos were taken after that. Something makes me nervous about an 18 month old traipsing around on asphalt in shoes a million times to big for him.  Needless to say, I hid the crocs as soon as he left them behind.

He approves of the little raccoon charm SwampAngel (In geocaching we’re the bandits and I love the charm!) got me, he just wishes he could have taken it home.

Now, are you surprised he slept 12 hours that night?