Fourth of July & retro trunks

We invited ourselves to Abuelos' house for the Fourth of July, mostly to escape the smokey air from the Alpine Fire by our house.  They provided the pool, we provided the hamburgers and corn.  Here you are sporting your new but old-school, retro swim trunks made by mom.

Christmas '11

This year, I thought you might really get into the whole tearing of wrapping paper and mimic the frenzy that your siblings were sure to infect you with as they opened their presents.  Instead, you were pretty ho-hum about the whole thing.  Didn't care too much for the approved destruction of paper like most toddlers do. Didn't buy much into the hype of it all.  Sorry we failed to impress you this year with our Christmas gift display. But I know one thing was a winner, the bag of popcorn Santa left in your stocking to fill up that long darn un-fillable thing!

Ok, sooooo what am I supposed to be like all excited about here? 

Yes, I think this will do.  It seems to fit.  I would put it on for real, but I still haven't figured out this whole what arm goes in what hole thing. It's kind of complicated. Whatever. 

 

Yes, Ok. Very good.  It's a book.

Yeah, yeah. I like it.  Not bad.

Just a minute.  Let me reach over here and get some popcorn. Excuse me.

That's interesting, yeah.  But god this popcorn is good.

Ice skating

Yes, that's right.  Ice skating.

No, this was NOT my idea.

I could also entitle this --Righting all the wrongs of my parents when they didn't let me ski on a family skiing trip even though I was eight!  ... whether you like it or not.

But this wasn't my idea.

Not sure how Ray thought this would work out.  (He probably wasn't really thinking how it would work out). Even Sofia thinks there's something odd about this situation. But basically, you did NOT enjoy watching everyone else skate.  And, you did NOT enjoy being put into skates either.  It's a miracle Ray came out of this with his manhood still intact.  But don't you look so adorable in those little skates!

Easter 2011

Your first Easter egg hunt. Although your poopy expression didn't waver (due to those constantly gnawing teething issues) you clamped on to that basket real tight and presumed to walk about as if you knew what this was all about.

Thank you one-out-of-three for looking and smiling at the camera.

"Excuse me!"

"Oh.  What is this?"

"Something tells me I should put these things in the basket."

OK, so we re-gifted you a toy that had to be put away before as it was being used like a wrecking ball.  We're on a budget here.