Thank God I'm a Country Boy...

I find myself humming this song when Wes gets in the great outdoors. Despite being an allergic, pale, lanky boy, he LOVES being outside.

Morning, noon, and night, rain or shine, cold or hot weather, if he's awake, he's begging to be outside. So of course, his first trip to the mountains (with the Hardings on Memorial Day Weekend) was very exciting. He slept most of the way there, and when he woke up we were already winding around hills and there were mountains on both sides of us. I explained to him what a mountain was, because he had never seen a real one. He was amazed. He just stared and pointed the whole way.

And when we went on our picnic at Moses Cone on Saturday he was in heaven. He never sat down on the picnic blanket, just ran around in the grass in circles.

We had a blast with the Hardings and their little boy Graham. The boys played together, and Wes loved having a little boy to follow him around. He hugged him so hard that he fell over on several occasions (Wes would say, "Huh-Oh!" and I'd look over and there was Graham, on his back like a little turtle). They played with each other's toys, and Wes loved having a balcony to go outside and blow bubbles on.