Zippers

Truman discovered how to unzip his pajamas overnight. Literally. We woke up to a Hugh Hefner lookalike this morning. What will tomorrow morning bring?

Hat

Have we mentioned how hot it is here? It's like 1,000 degrees every day. Which cuts way down on our outside time. But when we do go out, we load up on the sunscreen and make Truman wear a hat. Normally he hates this.


But he actually put it on himself first thing this morning. Looks like he's channeling Frank Sinatra....


Outside for a 15-minute bubble break on the front lawn.



Doesn't like being interrupted for a photo op.



Moving stones. Or something.



Watching Dad make the bubbles.



More bubbles....



The end of the photo session.

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.