Rock Out

Truman's spring break coincided with South by Southwest, Austin's annual film, music, and interactive festival. Thousands of visitors descend on the city, and it's usually a lot of fun. This year Paul's band, Militant Babies, had a day show at a local bar. We decided to take Truman, which seemed like a good idea at first. Once we got downtown, though, I started to panic as the music got louder and the crowds grew larger. Truman wore his Junior headphones, which attracted a lot of attention. Many people wanted to take his picture, and some went ahead and snapped him without asking. I said yes to only two people: Summer, a Dallas photographer, sent me this photo. Truman summoned the perfect rock sneer for the occasion.

In the end, the band sounded great, Truman (and his ears) survived, and despite my worst fears, I wasn't arrested for being the worst mom on the planet for taking her baby to a loud rock show AND feeding him a bottle while sitting on the curb. And Truman enjoyed checking out some bicycles chained to a nearby sign, but we're still not sure he even recognized his dad on stage. Oh well.

The Walker, Part II

Truman must have some big Spring Break plans that we don't know about. It seems as if daycare closed for the break on Friday, and then he started practicing his walking in earnest. He's been quite industrious over the last two days. Maybe he thinks we're going to Sea World? Or the beach? Or Mexico? At this rate, he'll be toting his own roll-along suitcase onto the plane to New Jersey. I hope he remembers to pack his bottles.

The Walker

Truman took his first steps a few weeks ago, so we decided to help things along by giving him this Tonka 3-in-1 truck (push, pull, ride). He's a super-fast crawler, though, so he still prefers to get around on his hands and knees. Maybe he'll be walking by the end of the month when we head up to NJ? People tell us, "Be careful what you wish for...."

Central Park

Grandmommy and Granddad came to town to celebrate Paul's birthday on Feb. 20. We took them to Central Market, where recently we discovered Truman could be entertained with a free balloon AND a post-lunch trip to Central Park, the outdoor playground. Here, Truman explores the movable blocks on the side of the playscape.


Crawling out of the tunnel....



....and toward the slide.


Hanging out with Granddad.


Reading the Sunday papers.



Eating a mid-morning snack. And not particularly pleased with all the paparazzi lurking around.

(A big thank you to Grandmommy for remembering her camera!)