It's a bird, It's a plane...IT'S A BALL!

Tyson, like all children, loves to go "ahh-side!". So a couple days ago when we passed the front door and he knocked on it, chanting, "ahh-side, ahh-side", I had to give in. The weakness later proved to be worth it.

Tyson's new animal fav is "beedee" (translation=birdie), so we set out to find some in the sky. Much to Tyson's delight, birdies are not all he found that evening. He found the moon, pointed at it and yelled, "BALL!". My tender moment for the week.

Gonna Miss the Trumpet Player...

Our time in Jacksonville is rapidly coming to an end. I have started to consider the things in my every-day life that I will miss when we leave this green oasis. I took a lovely nap this afternoon (can't say I am not living it up with just one child), and woke up to a familiar sound... trumpet practice. It may be annoying to some, (okay probably many), and I do remember being bugged that this guy was practicing the trumpet during Tyson's nap when he was younger, but I kind of have developed a connection between the trumpet and our home in Jax. I think when I hear one in the future, I'll think of our home on Wentworth Circle, West.

I feel like I have been a bit of a Zombie-deadbeat since we purchased our home in Utah. I am overjoyed about our buy, and honestly cannot wait to be there. At the same time, though, I feel a deep sadness about moving (yet, again) away from dear friends. Just another chapter in the G. Trapnell Family History, I guess.

(On a happier note, I can't wait for Kauai chapter which happens May 2nd-9th... Stay tuned for details!)

Daddy's Boy??

The norm in our house is that Tyson loves Greg while I am close by. He doesn’t hate being with his Da-da, he just (at times) gets a little too concerned with my whereabouts to enjoy the father-son bonding. We did see a different side to him, however, this weekend. Tyson spent the ENTIRE morning outside with Greg. First they mowed the lawn, then they changed the oil in the truck (Tyson's favorite BIG toy). Greg loved having a little buddy outside. I went out to check on them after an hour, and Tyson could not have been happier. It was very cute to see. Hopefully Tyson does grow up to be just like his daddy. I can’t think of anyone else I’d like him to be. Greg is super handy (among MANY other things) and those mad skills have been so nice to have around, especially being in school (i.e. poor) for so long.

This is the face I got when I came out to check on them. I am just so glad I had my camera ready. He was sooo excited to show me all of his daddy's tools.

He picked up these pliers, and never let them go. I am glad he never fell on them.

Now for the Oil Change...Greg really was telling him about those socket-wrenches...MY FAVORITE SHOT OF THE DAY!

This picture is already at Costco being blown up for the wall.

This last picture is sooo classic~! I bathed Tyson, and had Greg dress him for some reason, then Greg took a shower, and came out dressed oh, so matchy-matchy with Tyson (whom, let us not forget, he had dressed)! I make such a big deal, because G has made me change on numerous occasions if we are too matchy. So the evil eyes in this picture are because I had just mocked him for dressing Tyson, then putting that shirt on too!

It was a PERFECT ending to their super-bonding day.

I had to post a Greggy Grin for you. Tyson only looked at the camera for the first shot.

He may not be the Momma's boy I thought he was!! Yah!

No, we didn't skip Easter...

Being a Trapnell, we actually celebrate Easter twice each year. As tradition goes, we head to the desert the Saturday before Easter to eat HOT DOGS (with mustard and onions--a Grandpa Thygerson hand-me-down), and hunt for eggs. Every year, when Grandpa takes the kids on a hike (to the SAME cave), the Easter Bunny shows up. It is a very white-trashy type of day, and we look forward to it every year! We weren't planning to be in Utah for Easter this year, but as you know, it was a good thing we were.

Here's a Family Picture (RARE OCCURRENCE) at the dessert

Tyson was entertained the ENTIRE time by this (and another) stick! First egg found! (or BALL as he liked to call them)In the UTAH DESERT, the Easter Bunny hides cotton candy, apparently.

Our Sunday Easter Celebration.