His preferred mode of transportation is a tractor, but he will settle for anything that has a motor. Whenever we are in the car Sawyer is always on the lookout for diesel trucks and tractors, and when he finds one he will point and say "wowee". It might have something to do with his grandpa Mortensen's slight obsession with cars, the obsession which Nate did not inherit. So, to make sure that Sawyer doesn't follow the same path, grandpa Mortensen and Sawyer have spent endless hours in his shop driving cars.
My mom was watching Sawyer recently, and they were in the garage so Sawyer could play on the four wheeler. He kept telling my mom "keys". My mom told him she didn't know where grandpa kept the keys and Sawyer pointed to a hook on the wall on the other side of the garage where the keys were hanging. She was pretty impressed.
Here are a few pics of Sawyer in action.
The first of many swinging lessons.
Sawyer was really good at hitting the pinata. Someone must have told him it was full of candy. 
Isaac made pulled pork with a smoker that he converted from a rusty, old diesel engine part. It was pretty amazing. 
Sawyer dipping it again. Don't even think of taking away this fry sauce, lest ye want your life threatened by a 16 month old. 
The boys and their babes. My little brother Nick is on the left with his two month old twins, Crew and Coen, and Isaac is in the middle with Adlee.
Sawyer playing with cousin Adlee. Adlee is five months younger and has way more teeth than Sawyer. Oh yeah, that's because Sawyer still doesn't have any!
When we got home we had a few days to chill, and then Nate's parents, grandpa Vario and aunt Lora came to visit. 
We spent one day at Bonnie Springs, which is an old comboy town on the outskirts of Vegas. There was a petting zoo and lots of stuff for Sawyer to explore, so he had a great time. 
Sawyer has been on this kick lately where he wants to dip everything he eats. I created this monster because I am always trying to fatten him up by putting cream cheese on his crackers, butter on everything. Whenever I give him a graham cracker he waives his little wrist like "where's my milk." So this is my child dipping his cookie in the swimming pool. Yum!
