W is a skinny little guy who doesn't usually eat a lot of grains and carbs. He'd consume all fruit if I let him, so it was a big victory when we discovered that using cookie cutters (the morning pictured here it was stars) to make shaped toast, he gobbles it up.
W was triumphant in blowing bubbles tonight for the first time ever. I'd say one in every 20 attempts resulted in a few little bubbles bursting out, but he was SO proud and having so much fun. He's really in an "I do!" "Me too!" phase all of a sudden.
We really, really need to wean W from his bottle. He drinks from a sippy cup for his juice and water, but will NOT use anything but his beloved "Bottle-ba" for his milk.
Now you see why we can't bring ourselves to go cold turkey. This is one of the only times he's like a little baby any more. It is the best. We have been known to argue over who gets to hold him for bottle time. (Obviously he can also sit by himself and drink it, but it's so much more rewarding to get the snuggles in.)
We took W to a free local concert that was described as "Oldies from The Twist to Elvis" - sounded good to us.
The lead singer took his job VERY seriously - a 70ish year old guy with dyed black hair and sideburns. William was a little concerned with this man at first, but had a great time. He was singing and asking for "More?" during the breaks between songs.
Esch is the best - he can do everything! He built the deck of our house in Austin, and he always installs everything himself - down to the curtain rods in his little boy's new room.
Just a shot to document what we were doing these first few days in the new house.
There is a similar picture of the first apartment we lived in when we were married. Makes me happy to compare the two. Newlyweds setting up their master bedroom, to one day from their 4th anniversary working on their toddler's room :)
There was not much that was photo-worthy in our house the day after moving day. William was at my parents' so we could work, and the house was an absolute bomb of boxes, bubble wrap, tape, mattresses... lovely.
I liked these happy little tomatoes on our happy vintage red countertops in the morning.