We went to Tualatin Island Greens annual $1 bucket of balls - free food - etc. thing again this year. It was fun to see James participate this time. Last year he was still crawling (or just barely walking maybe..ah, the memory fades) One righty, one lefty Just one of the guys On to the driving range Guess which ball James hit... Father and son Brother and sister Mom (I'm pretty sure I whiffed. We'll say it was a practice swing. I give myself points for trying. Wait a minute, more points is bad in golf, right?)
We have 2 flavors of kid. We have the "doer" and the "observer" - the "no fear" and the "slow to warm up" - the "extrovert" and "introvert." See if you can figure out which is which.
Constructing a "dirt baby" Which will, in theory, turn out like this eventually: GAAHHH! Nightmare fuel! Thank you, yes, everyone loves an aggressive clown.
Sword vs. Flower. Sword lost. Pointing out the marked queen: What they were watching (he did it almost all in once piece!): Daphne's favorite part James watched. :)
Scene: After dinner. Rosie's gone to the gym. The kids are playing in the living room while Pete tries to squeeze in a bit of MBA homework after a long day at work.
Daphne: Daddy, I'd like to make a sign for my door. Pete: (looking at computer screen) Sure, sweetie, go ahead. Daphne: Daddy, can I use this pen? Pete: (looking at computer screen) Sure, baby.
Everyone goes about his/her business for several minutes. Upstairs for bath time, Daphne is eager to show her daddy the door signs she made.
With a Sharpie.
Authorized by Daddy.
(For the record, I don't share a room with James. "James just needs Mommy's help more")
These pictures got lost in my photo files as I was opening a new folder for 2010. It snowed in Portland a couple days before the new year, and Daphne got a chance to play a little bit.
Later that evening we took James out. You can see how this went for him... about 10 seconds of this... before back under the porch and this...