"Cousin Birthday and Halloween"

I am trying so hard to play catch up on my blog.  I have too many "irons in the fire" right now, but I want to make sure I stay up to date on my blog.  My nephew Wyatt turned 6 a few weeks ago, and we went to Birmingham for his party. Everyone was supposed to wear their "team colors". Very cute and fun party.

We also enjoyed an evening at "Farm City". Elijah Brooks fell in love with the goats and especially the sweetest cow in the world, "Bluebell".  He lay down on her and pretended like she was a giant pillow!

Halloween this year was very fun. Last year, he didn't know what was going on, but this year he was very excited. I took him to a "trunk or treat" one evening and he wanted to wear his Spiderman costume.  The next evening was Halloween and we met a group of church friends at their home for an early dinner, followed by a hayride around the neighborhood to "trick or treat".  He had a blast - stayed up WAY past his bedtime, but had an absolutely wonderful evening.

Wyatt, Bradford, and Elijah Brooks

He is definitely going to be a left-handed athlete - if not left handed altogether.

What trip to Farm City is complete without sitting on an antique John Deere tractor? It's been nearly 1 1/2  years and counting - he is fascinated with John Deere.

Sweet "Bluebell".  I mean, who wouldn't want to take her home?

The sweet teenage girl painting his face at a church (not our church), was alittle miffed that he wanted a black cat with orange eyes.  I told her just be glad that I convinced him not to get a "scary ghost" on his face, which was his first request! We don't even talk about that kind of stuff in our home, so who knows where he heard it from. I honestly thought that she was going to kick us out of the church for that request - and then the black cat too!  He's a toddler for goodness sakes - totally harmless request in my opinion.

Yep, left-handed ball thrower for sure.

Buzz Lightyear.  And no, that's not makeup on his left cheek.  That same morning, he missed the curb at the park and didn't brace himself with his hands and his cheek smacked the concrete. It was not a pretty scene. I was just thankful that he didn't break his cheekbone or knock some teeth out - or bust his head wide open.