BFFs

What a weekend! First, we watched a lot of Food Network's "Barefoot Contessa," which seems to be the only television program that Truman's even remotely interested in. I think it's her soothing voice. And all the action: cutting, chopping, boiling, etc. Anyway, I recorded every episode I could find this weekend. We learned how to make granola bars, lentil soup, sliders, a raspberry chocolate vanilla ice cream thing, and lots more.



Then we enjoyed a playdate with Will, Truman's BFF (best friend forever—you know, what the kids call it) from daycare. They are true partners in crime.


Truman was so surprised when Will walked in the front door. He laughed as if to say, "I can't believe it! You're here. In my house!" They ran around, read books, threw stuff, and ate popsicles on the front lawn.


A nice shot of Will solo. How cute is he??



Posing for their album cover. (For when they start their garage band.)




And finally, a short video to showcase their dancing skills. (You can hear me securing all rights and permissions in the background. Don't want to get sued!)

Pony

So this is how Truman came home from daycare today. (Apparently he wanted to look like one of his classmates, who is a girl and wears a ponytail.) He's got a big photo session coming up and we've been going back and forth about his hair. The front's still "baby" hair, but the back's got some length (i.e., the classic mullet). We debated about snipping off the pony before dinner and trimming the sides, but then we chickened out.

It still seems way too early for his first haircut. Doesn't it?

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.