Noah made a Bald Eagle out of Trio Blocks. I like to memorialize these things by taking pictures before they get torn down.
After taking Noah’s picture, Desi hopped in, like it was only natural that he was next.
It would appear he’s a little self conscious about his height.
Which side of the table do you think the grabby 18 month old is sitting on?
Desi loves to steal Noah’s Batman mask. Problem is you have to position is just right, or it stabs him in both eyes. None the less, he’ll badger you to put it on him constantly.
Today we built a swing in the front yard! Tree had the idea last weekend, and I’ve been planning it since then. I decided to invite Page, Joe, and Elijah (My sister, bro-in-law, and nephew) to help out. We put up the swing, played on it for a bit, and then grilled some hot dogs. Teresa’s grandparents had stopped through town too, so it was a nice day with family. Personally, I can’t wait to put everyone to bed and ride this sucker under the stars at night.
It's not exactly a small swing.
Hmm...the chain is rated for 800lbs...but what about the tree?
Noah may not be doing this right.
Am I the only one who thinks she gets prettier every day?
Page got artsy on this one of Desi.
Desi's main complaint was the lack of toddler swing.
AWW! Look at us! We're adorable!
You can see the whole gallery here, in printable sizes for any family that wants them. For non-family…you’re just being creepy.
Can you guess which stack was folded by a grand master and which was folded by a puny mortal?
Note: Is it irony that I’m so proud that I know how to spell the word braggadocio?
Finally! After a year of waiting we got to do another family bike ride. As of the 25th Desi is deemed magically fit for bicycle riding.
Does this kid look ready to ride or what?
Any doubt that Teresa didn’t take to heart my year of whining was gone when we went out Sunday in the mid day heat. It was roughly two-hundred and thirty seven degrees out. 112% humidity. Needless to say the ride was short, but it was still enjoyable. We had to face the sad reality that hot while riding equals dying of heat stroke once you stop. (I think that’s God’s way of telling you to just stay on your bike.)
It was fun to see Teresa on a bike again. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but Tree is a closet bike lover. She’ll never admit to it, but when she gets on that trail, and no one else is around, she goes silent and gradually starts to speed up. Before I know it she’s disappeared around the bend and is nowhere to be found.
She had a rude awakening now that Noah is doing his own pedaling. She could play speed demon when I had Noah on the back of my bike, but now she’s gotta learn some self control. The big problem is that Noah absolutely refuses to “lose†to anyone. The entire bike ride he’s spouting off about what his race number is and how he’s winning and beating everyone etc. So when Tree takes off on one of her speed trances Noah immediately does his best to keep up, which is hard with the amateur gearing on his bike.
Meanwhile, Desi gives very little input.
I can't ever tell if this is from comfort or boredom.
We had almost made it back to the car when Noah’s spirit gave out on him and the last 100 yards or so was through gnashed teeth and howls, like we’ve seen in the past.
Overall, no one died, or lost any skin, so I’d deem it a successful family bike ride. Now we just have to do this once a week.
I’ve posted extensively about the whole Facebook Depression thing here already, so consider this a reverse of that. This is me, posting an idealized memeory of my own life, wishing I was living it right now, rather than sitting inside working on a perfectly beautiful day.
I’ve come to despise those that have free time during the day. Stupid work week happening during the day.
