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.)

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.

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!