Monday, July 22, 2013

Born on the Fourth of July


Happy 60th Birthday Pops!








Cheers, America.
Happy Birthday to You As Well



Birthday Video and Chocolate Cake



Headed to the Fireworks





"These glowing stick/swords things are AWESOME!"



Meg and the Birthday Boy

He gets his photogenics from his Dad





Woody didn't quite make it to see the fireworks
But he didn't miss the cousin wagon ride home

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Baby Hulk

Elwood has earned himself a new nick name:
Baby Hulk

It started when he would get over being in his carseat (which is like everytime we are in the car) and his little face would get so mad and red.  He would grab his straps, arch his back, hold his breath and try his damndest to break out of his carseat.  It is terrible to see him get so upset but the drastic change in behavior and sheer determination in his face as his chubby little arms pulled as hard as they could against his carseat made the nick name "Baby Hulk" an obvious fit.  It also lightens up a stressful situation for us. When Elwood is about to melt down Conor or I will say, "Oh, man, hurry up. Wood is about to turn into Baby Hulk."  Or we use it as a verb. "How far away are we? Woody is about to Baby Hulk on us."  

"Ok, so get me out. I'm ready."

"Totally serious, lady.  Get me out of this seat."

"What? you think I won't Baby Hulk out of this thing just because you are recording it?

"Because I so f-ing will!"

When these little guys randomly came our way, it was no surprise that Woody loves them!






Monday, July 1, 2013

If he would write with the crayons instead of eat them. . .

The sign would read:

No Moms Allowed
Dogs are Welcomed

Woody has a club house and it has limited membership.  And since I am not on the invite list I can only guess what goes on in there.  I hear quite a bit of talking, some laughing, dog barks (Woody's dog bark not an actual dog's bark).  I see little fingers poking at the slats where the light comes through.  Toys get brought in and left for safe keeping.  I sit back and listen, smiling at the independent little boy who is fastly becoming a toddler instead of a baby.  

There are two entrances to the club house.
First Entrance:




Second Entrance: