Second Fourth

Happy 4th, everyone! We had a lazy holiday. Well, as lazy as it can be with a toddler who wakes up at 5:30 am. Anyway, the day started off with our neighborhood parade. I thought Truman would be more into it this year, especially because last year he was only three months old (!), but I think he was just as mystified by the whole thing this time around.


Basically, anyone can be in this parade. It's made up of Boy Scouts, the local fire dept., people who own vintage cars, neighborhood kids, and even a vanload of residents from the nearby retirement home. Then, at the end, all of the spectators basically bring up the rear. And everyone who is in the parade throws candy to the spectators. So in this photo (above), Truman is about to be pelted by a bunch of Scouts throwing Dum-Dum lollipops.



Clearly parade power had gone to this little girl's head. And I'm not talking about the hat. As they went by, she was shouting orders at her parents and brother to pick up all the candy that was hitting the pavement.


Someone gave Truman a flag at one point. He took it off the stick and (gasp) let it touch the ground. Isn't that grounds for imprisonment? Being exiled?



A nice shot of T and Dad. As you can see, Truman looks mighty skeptical about the goings-on. (And sleepy.)



His stroller, post-parade.



Close up on the sun hat filled with candy and a few toys.

Saturday, in the park, a week before the 4th of July

Because it's so hot here (have we mentioned how hot it is here? oof), Truman takes his weekend trips to the park in the early morning--so early that you might notice he's still in his PJs. He doesn't usually get out of his sleepwear until 11 or so on weekends, anyway.

First we re-arrange things a little, with some back up from Luther.



Then it's time for a slide down the slide.



When it's over, it's time to walk Luther home.



Well, maybe not, but it's still a good way to spend Saturday morning.

Father's Day

Hope all the dads had a great day yesterday! Apologies to the ones whose cards we forgot to send (um, Uncle Tom and Uncle Jason)—we were thinking of you, though!

Hard to believe Paul was celebrating his second father's day. He had a good day that started with breakfast at IHOP, followed by golf on TV. And more golf. And some Truman time.

Random Shots

Not much time to blog these days, but here are a few one-offs:


Truman looking appropriately tough in his "tattoo" shirt courtesy of our friend Sukey.



Hard to believe that he used to sleep in this basket! Now it's basically a toy box.


Eating his first popsicle! Bet it feels good on that molar that's coming in.

Extras

Still making our way through our camera backlog.



Here Truman's modeling a new hairstyle. Reluctantly.



But he can't stay mad for long. At least not while he's eating.



One more smile from our recent Dallas trip.

Dallas Lunch

We went to Dallas two weekends ago to see the Mitchells and have lunch with their friends the Webbs, whose youngest granddaughter Meg is six weeks older than Truman. We met at the country club, which made me and Paul a little nervous, but the toddlers did great. See for yourself....


Truman on his way to lunch.



Looking a bit skeptical as Dr. Webb takes his picture.



A lull in the conversation, apparently, when Truman decided to play class clown and throw his napkin over his head. Can't quite figure out Meg's expression here: Embarrassment? Disbelief? Disgust?


Truman admires Meg's BlackBerry.


Heckling the golfers on the course behind the dining room.


The grandfathers trying to wrangle the guests of honor. (Thanks to Dr. Webb for taking so many of these photos, and to Mrs. Webb, Julie, and Meg for joining us!)



After lunch we stopped by to see Aunt Linda, Uncle Harvey, and "cousin" Emma. Here she sits patiently while Truman runs back and forth from the living room with her leash. She was a good sport.


Peekaboo on the car ride home to Austin.



A rare quiet moment on the drive home.

More One!

Finally! More photos from Truman's first birthday....


Festive balloons tied to the house number sign.


Yummy cake. (There was also a personalized carrot cake cupcake, which was not as popular. In my opinion.)


Before the cake carnage.


Victorious after his first piece. (Not sure how the shovel made its way onto the tray.)


With Granddad and Grandmommy at the end of the day.



With Aunt Linda and Uncle Harvey.


Enjoying his gift from Pop George and Grand Judy, which remains a big hit.


With Dad in the sandbox Paul made for his birthday.



Reflecting on all the loot he raked in for his birthday.