Christmas Fun

We bought Truman only three gifts, but combined with the generous presents from all of our relatives, he was overwhelmed and needed a 70-minute nap between opening sessions! Here he's investigating the very cool Hess truck from Grand Judy and Pop George. It even has its own digger that goes backwards and forwards and has blinking lights. We didn't realize it moved until it started rolling under the couch. I think I was more excited about this than Truman. (Oh, and please excuse his coughing. He's getting over a cold...)

We hope everyone had a great holiday!

Merry, merry

We decided to buy a Christmas tree even though Truman has become a crawling, pulling-up maniac. Once we decorated it, put out the stockings, and brought out the manger set, things really felt festive. Thanks, Grand Judy and Pop George, for Truman's stocking and holder!



The tree in detail. We realized that we haven't had a tree in three years, so we discovered bags of post-Christmas sale ornaments that hadn't been used before. It's a Christmas miracle!



Our daycare dollars at work: our first homemade Christmas ornament. (That's a photo of Truman painting the ornament, which explains why he's shirtless. Sort of. As far as we know, he's usually fully dressed at daycare.)

Truman in Action

We purchased a walker recently, but Truman's still partial to this homemade toy. Go figure. (A neck brace isn't far behind...)




Waiting for Luther to come back from his morning walk....

Thank-full

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! We are very thankful for all of our family and friends who have been so generous and kind to Truman and us this year.

Truman came home from daycare yesterday with a CD of photos documenting his days. It should be called "What happens at daycare, stays at daycare." Except for these photos, which we couldn't keep to ourselves.



Truman on Halloween in his "napping" swing (he's since graduated to the crib—yeah!).



After a hard morning working on "untitled art project."

So It Begins

Truman is now officially mobile! But there appears to be a downside. Note what he goes for in the video. It explains the $200 of mysterious charges at softychewythings.com

Tulsa By Way of Dallas

Truman enjoyed some alone time with Grandmommy and Granddad in Dallas while Paul and I attended a friend's wedding party in Tulsa. It was our first trip alone, and we both kept thinking we had forgotten something (or someone) as we made our way through the airport and onto the plane.



Truman had a fine time, receiving lots of attention and even a few visitors in our absence. Here he's enjoying a bit of sweet potatoes and chicken dinner, a fave solid food. (That's right, Aunt Elizabeth. We still call them "solids.")



Here I am with Brian, my old ND partner in crime, at his and Jason's post-wedding fiesta. Brian's parents hosted a fantastic party for them, and we all met up for a delicious breakfast the next morning before Paul and I flew back to Dallas to pick up T and celebrate Joyce's birthday.


This guy's called the Golden Driller, and apparently he's pretty popular in Tulsa. (I misheard and thought he was called the Golden Gorilla. Don't ask.) We heard about one clever mother who uses him as a bargaining chip with her young son: if he finishes all his chores or behaves himself in a particular situation, he gets to sit on the base of the Golden Driller.

Hmmm, I wonder if the Golden Driller has an Austin cousin?

Random Photos

Taking care of business in his office on Halloween. What a worker bee.



One of his new favorite "rides" (it really picks up speed on carpets!).



Mugging for the camera.