Wally's imaginary friend Oso had gone home to his house with his Mom and Dad, but he needed to come back so he could milk the cow. So, logically, Wally called him.
After milking the cow, Wally had to wash his hands.
I took this picture that made Wally throw himself on the floor crying because I was supposed to take a picture of Oso washing his hands, not another picture of Wally.
So we took a picture of Oso washing his hands.
After a lesson from Dad, Wally tried fishing. I made him a pole out of a stick, some fishing line from the shore, and a rock. (We just found his real SpongeBob fishing pole the other day). 
My boys are quite the fishermen.
No fish were caught that day, but Wally apparently caught posion ivy. Last week I noticed he had a couple "bug bites" on his leg that he had scratched and were open. I kept and eye on them, and one seemed to get infected. We tried antibiotic ointment on them, but they just weren't getting better, they were getting worse. Thinking of MRSA, I decided to take him to the doctor. She took one look at it and said, "He has poison ivy!" What?!?!? All we can figure is that he got into it at the lake and that it took 1-2 weeks to show up. Since then, he has gotten a few more small spots on his legs, but the steroid cream the doctor gave us is clearing it up nicely.
We figure Wally is old enough to help around the house. After meals, his job is to put away hot pads and dips. He is really good at helping, though sometimes, it takes a while to get the dips into the refrigerator...
My big boy is 31! We didn't do much for his birthday, but it was a nice weekend anyway. We had a couple friends over for pizza and apple pie, and to watch the Iowa football game. The Hawkeyes are fun to watch this year. 
I guess when you are as old as Joel, you need a little help blowing out your candle. I made the pie with the apples we picked at the orchard. It was yummy! Wally only wanted to eat the soggy, not-so-good crust. He said the apples were yucky. I actually enjoyed sharing my piece with him!
I found the "blow your own plastic balloon" stuff that Wally got at Christmas, so we had to make some. After I made a few, Wally had to try. He actually was pretty good at it, except the balloons were more like water balloons...they were full of an amazing amount of spit! He had to keep a close eye on the balloons as he inflated them (notice his eye).
Though it is hard to see in the pictures, it actually snowed in Iowa on Saturday (my garden is done...bummer). Some of the grass got a slight hint of white for a little while, but that was all. Considering Wally "loves snow." He and Joel went outside to catch snowflakes on their tongues.
Wally found a great stick that is his "sprayer." He really likes to pretend everything is on fire and that everything is his sprayer. Apparently, Daisy thought that Wally's sprayer was her stick, so they played tug-o-war.
It is fun to watch Wally (and the dogs for that matter) get older and interact with eachother more. Moose loves to play "Duck, Duck, Goose" with us. He is pretty much confused most of the time, but has a big smile as he chases us around the basement. I can tell he is getting older because he doesn't last many rounds before he falls asleep. As for Daisy, she and Wally are quite the buddies. Wally is constantly hugging and kissing her, and just generally harassing her. But, I think she likes the attention.