No time for blog, Dr. Jones!

You'd think that by waking up at 4:45 every morning, we'd have more time for blogging and posting pictures. For some reason it's the opposite.

Another reason for the lack of time is that I'm coaching a 7th and 8th grade lacrosse team with Mark (Henry's dad). So I'm spending more time outdoors and away from the computer.

We had our first win this past weekend. One of the kid's dads has been taking pictures at the game, but for some reason the lens hasn't really found its way to Mark or me yet.


Halftime is about orange slices and ripping into them for all the things that went wrong, right? Mark and I have perfected the arms-crossed "I'm not pleased" look (even though we were because they played a near flawless first quarter.)



We promised them if they won the game, we could all go to the Animal Shelter afterwards and pick out a puppy.

Simon's first celeb sighting

Tyler Florence (from the Food Network) was at Cenral Market promoting his new baby food line, Sprout. We met a few baby friends there this morning. You can tell Simon was thrilled!

P.S. You can see the board book that he signed for Simon in my hand.

Spring time, swing time

Now that the weather's finally perfect, Simon's getting out in his swing daily. Won't be long before he imagines it as an airplane, race car or an X-Wing.

I just nerded up the place with that last option, didn't I?

red five standing by

At Reed Park for Will's Birthday

Our friend Will had his birthday old school style at the Park near where we all grew up. His folks and a bunch of our friends got together to play a little bocce. Will's dad, the perennial Risk champion manned the grill.

Sarah, Barbie and Simon hang out in the sun.

Simon digs through the bocce balls.

Sarah, Johnny, Wiggins, Will, Erinn.

Erinn, Simon, Christy.

"Brrrraaaaaains!"

Or maybe he was saying "beets." I couldn't tell. After all that business with zombies a few weeks ago in Austin, we couldn't be too careful.

Simon is not part of the army of the undead, for those who're worried.

Simon and his Dogs. The Dog and her Simon.

 

One of Simon's favorite toys is the Creepy Puppy.  The Puppy talks when you hit buttons that correspond with body parts.  I don't know what its real name, but the Puppy will randomly start talking, long after it's been put away.  

 

Callie's main job in our house is Quality Control.  How does the hamburger taste?  Callie's on it.  Simon dropped a Cheerio on the floor.  Callie's on it.  How comfy is Simon's bean bag chair?  Callie's on it... literally.

 

Callie and Simon have learned how to roll the ball to each other.  We'll get a video up soon.  But for now the blurriness of the ball will have to substitute for motion.

 

I think Simon's becoming a nihilist

Nihilism? Simon, come on! Say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos.

(Yes, Erinn, I quoted The Big Lebowski on the blog.)

Here's a screenshot of said Nihilist if any readers are out of their element and have no idea what scene I'm referring to.

Last of the cold weather gear

 

We're looking at 75 degree days from here on out, so it's about time to put our cold weather clothes away.  

 

He's hoping he can get into this one next year.

Reading in the bathtub

Waterproof books for the bathtub? Brilliant.

The first of many shampoo mohawks.