Hooray for good weather!

We are down at the beach for New Years, and the weather is fantastic. We went to the local playground today after lunch, and it looks like the little dude might be outgrowing his hatred of swings!

Par-tay!

One of my aunts got my brother and me a huge box of Mardi Gras beads when we were little. We played with them for years. We're visiting my parents right now, and the tradition continues...

Most Obnoxious Toy Ever?

First of all, Merry Christmas from the little guy. Here he is cheesing from a small box amid the morning wreckage:

We (I) got the little dude a ball-popper for Christmas. The good news is that his aunt and uncle who got him a percussion set (seriously) don't have to worry about being blacklisted. The ball-popper is quite possibly more loud and annoying... but he loves it!

What was I thinking?

Change in Plans!

I was planning to write about how we can't wait until he's old enough to take the dogs out. The little dude loves playing with the dogs' leashes. He also like to try and grab the leashes when they are on the dogs. Unfortunately, even the small dog has a couple of pounds on him right now, so it will be a loooong time before we can assign him this chore. But then he figured out how to ride his scooter today! Even though he can't really steer very well!

And then he wasn't great at it:

Apparently that was loud more than painful, which is always a good way to hit your head. He's fine, really.
Posting might be light over the next week or so, but then we'll be back to normal for 2011 (lucky you!).

Better than the "White Man's Overbite"

We put Toddler Tunes on the TV after dinner tonight. I think he liked it:

I had to stop recording to keep him from unplugging everything, but he kept on dancing for several more songs. What a goober!

Our Little Einstein

It's too early to tell if he'll be a revolutionary theoretical physicist, but he's got the hair for it.

Changing the subject, the little guy loves opening the lazy-Susan style cabinets in our kitchen. He gets stuff out to bring to us, which drives his dad nuts. His favorite thing to get (besides the food coloring, which I moved) is a taco seasoning packet. His dad hid it behind some pasta the other day, and the little dude rooted around until he found it.

Isn't he helpful? And doesn't his hair look awful?

Treeburns!

Our church had an Ugly-Christmas-Sweater/Mustache/Cookie-Exchange potluck last night (we get a lot done in one party, what can I say?) and the little dude's dad had a creative idea for his sideburns:

When I took the clippers to his face to create the treeburns, the little dude threw a fit! He totally panicked and ran over, grabbed his daddy's legs and wailed. He even tried to push me away. It was tragic. He was ok with his dad clipping his own face, but I don't think he trusted me not to kill somebody. Once we got the little guy a big snack he calmed right down. It's nice to know he prioritizes food over his dad's neck.