Official Wedding Photos
For some reason it won’t let me upload all of them here, so you can see them on my “crafty” blog, mrsdoll.com.
For some reason it won’t let me upload all of them here, so you can see them on my “crafty” blog, mrsdoll.com.
Yesterday marked an important day in the legacy of Team Wiking. It has now been 1 year since this blog was established.
To mark this occasion I made a very special video of Aiden’s adventure at the park. You have to be sure to watch all the way till the end. Aiden found something at the park that is very curious.
Aiden, like most kids, loves bubbles. However, using the traditional sticks that come inside the bottles usually results in most of the bubble solution on the ground. The other day at target I saw a cheap battery operated “Bubble Gun” where it pulls the solution right out of the bottle and shoots it. Makes very little mess. Here is Aiden enjoying the bubble madness. Photos by Jessica and video by me.



Steve worked late last night and sent me a text at about 5:45 to let me know that we could eat dinner without him. I have been busy painting Aiden’s room, so once I finished up a second coat I came down the hallway to tell Aiden that we can eat now. He tells me, “Mommy, I just saw Steve in the backyard”. What? Steve is working late tonight. I asked him if he was sure it was Steve and he was positive. I went to Aidens room (where I can see the driveway) and checked to see if his car was there, nope. I thought to myself, “Great, there is some creep in our backyard” (Keep in mind the entire back of our house is windows). So I let Yoda in (from the backyard) and put him in his crate and double checked the door locks and grabbed Aiden and ran across the street to my neighbors house. She urged me to call the cops but I told her I’d just leave Aiden there and go look myself since the cops here take their sweet time doing anything anyway.
I go back to my neighbors house and she is busting up laughing and I’m like, “What?!” She tells me that while I was gone Aiden told her that the guy standing in our backyard wasn’t Steve and that he was holding a sword and cut a hole in the window. This is what happens when your five year old has a vivid imagination.
Last night we read The Boy Who Cried Wolf before bed.