This is one of my favorite pictures because he does this all the time. He'll find a book, pick it up, face me, and hold it up in the air with a very earnest look on his face. It's as if he's saying, "Won't you read this to me, PLEASE?"
That, or, "Sandra Boynton? Seriously? If you read me one more Sandra Boynton book, I'm going to stab you in the face with a soldering iron."
Seeing as we live about an hour away from the snow, we felt it proper to finally introduce TT to the bliss that is frozen water.
Pretty sweet, huh, dude? Your life is now complete.
By the way, his mother is responsible for that awful hat. Troy, I am so sorry.
Moving right along…
He's still not sure what to make of it.
Okay, I think he likes it.
Face plant!
Huh. Apparently babies don't like doing headers into the freezing snow.
Dad made everything all better.
Note my proper baby-tossing technique. If you need help with this, I highly recommend that you RTM.
In the end, we had a fun family snow day. The weather was beautiful, and we couldn't have picked a better location.
Okay, maybe we could have. That's a Shell station sign. The Shell station is attached to a Burger King. Outside the BK was a "Whiskey Tango" lady in a Cutlass station wagon. Inside the station wagon directly behind the woman were two propane tanks. Oh, by the way, did I mention that she was smoking like a chimney? I'm still kicking myself for neglecting to snap of photo of it.
Anyway, it worked for us. There's actually a decent snow park around the corner, and Troy was having a rough time on the ride up, so rather than force it and drive all the way to Truckee (and later, all the way back to Sac), we decided Nyack was good enough. Besides, he only lasted out there for 10 minutes, so it would have been a waste of a trip to go any farther.
Last Monday was Troy's first day back to school after having spent two relaxing weeks at home with Kelly. His teachers said that he only took one 1/2-hour nap the whole day; he had been taking a 2-hour nap in the morning and a 2-hour nap during the afternoon while he was at home.
When we got him home, we could tell he was tired. Normally after his evening bottle, he's still got quite a bit of steam left in him, but that night, he was plumb tuckered out. As soon as he finished his bottle, the thumb went straight into the mouth, and he was out like a light:
The last CHES Club was too much for Troy to handle.
Oh, and Troy? Please take note: do this in college, and you'll wake up with a penis Sharpie'd on your forehead.
Sadly, they didn't see any Pooh Bears.
Troy has just barely started to crawl. For the past month or so, he has been doing this thing where he'll get on his hands and knees, and then rock back and forth before collapsing to his belly. On Sunday, he finally crawled a little bit across the carpet to get to one of his toys.
Actually, that was the second time he crawled. The first time, he was really hungry, so, being the kind and loving parents that we are, we taunted him by putting his bottle about 3 feet in front of him. He moved like the wind. It was a 1/4-Japanese blur of fleece and drool. Carl Lewis, eat your heart out.