Love Machine

Such a loving boy. We are so lucky. He is pretty rough, though- lately he's been pulling on the back of our heads and mashing his lips into ours. You have to watch out if you're watching TV or something - he'll love attack you. Seriously.

Vintage Baseball

Robert's vintage baseball league. They wear the uniforms and play the rules of the game from the 1800-somethings. It's actually a pretty cool thing he does. He gets exercise and H gets to watch Daddy play ball. I'm sure he really appreciates this photo from the last time he played. (No, neither of the guys in the top photo are Robert.)

What to do when your show is preemted for the Oscars?

I made this little album last night because Desperate Housewives wasn't on! Yes, the show is getting a little boring - but now that we know Edie is getting killed off, you know you have to watch it! (and we all know it's her crazy husband) Hmmm...and I make fun of my mom for her crazy-plot Lifetime movies.

It took me about an hour to do, just found some super old scraps at the waaaay bottom of my needs-to-be-cleaned-out scrap box. Used some leftover chipboard circles and found a chain on the tag of some Victoria Secret yoga pants Robert got me.

serious carb coma after this weekend

Robert's birthday was Saturday, and of course we had more than our share of cupcakes.

Thursday ABCs

Happy Thursday!

Right now H is obsessed with the alphabet and counting things. He likes to point out the letters in store signs and billboards wherever we go, and we have two sets of fridge magnets he likes to play with. (and throw at people)

Anyway, he's pretty good at them now, recognizing them, saying each letter and what words start with them, I think except for Q and K - those are pretty hard.

Sorry for the video quality. Still figuring that out.

18 month photos

Handy Manny

Thanks to Grandma J, someone is all suited up and ready to throw his tools at everyone.

Happy Valentines

So yesterday was Dad's birthday, and of course being the selfless, very modest guy he is, he absolutely wouldn't tell me anything HE wanted to do for the day, but insisted we do something fun for Houston.

So considering there was no rain (shocker, this is the desert, you know) we decided to go to the Railroad Park. As we know, he is totally, completely a maniac for choo choos.

Houston was doing pretty well on the kid train, until we went into the tunnel, where all the parents started screaming when it was pitch black (why anyone would do this who has small kids, I don't know) but then he decided oh, no, this was not much fun at all.

Oh, and a note to dad: Happy 60 years. What a difference you have undoubtedly made in my life, and it's so wonderful to watch your relationship with Houston develop. We love you a lot!