Cyprus is a cowboy. Every time a stranger asks, his name or his age, he says, “I’m not Cyprus, I’m a cowboy” or “I’m not two, I’m a cowboy.” And it’s true. He LOVES to ride his horse, and will spend hours on Ace’s back if given the chance.

So here he is, the cowboy!

This is how you can tell that you have farm kids.

A beautiful girl in the tub!

And a handsome boy.

This is Cyprus’ summer hat. Let’s just say, he is a fan, and I am a fan. Very cute.

I love making my own milk paint to pain the house because the kids can help and it is totally non toxic. This is what the kids look like on the days that they help me paint

I was kicking around the house this morning with Cyprus while Daphne was at ballet camp.  I kept losing track of Cyprus because he was outside enjoying the summer without any help from his sister or his mum.  When I went out to check on him, he was sitting in his car with his feet up just chilling.  It must have been sparked by our morning walk down the street.  When he saw that there was a Porsche parked next to us.  He looked at it and said, “Now that’s a sexy car!” He is 100% boy, that’s for sure.

When a sibling has a birthday, it is really just practice for present opening for your own birthday.

He is so proud of his new skill.

This is the first thing Cyprus learned to sign.