Goooooooooooooooooal!

Future US soccer star--following in the footsteps of...you know, that one that runs...and can kick it far.

"Did you catch me saving the goal? Can you upload that pic to my Facebook?"

"Check me out, Liony. I can defend the goal with one hand and play with my truck with the other."

"Not in my house, Liony."

"I have one more yellow card with your name on it, Liony."

"This is my favorite leg to kick the ball with."

"You can go ahead and start a Facebook fan page for me if you want. It's cool, I won't mind."

Dog Show

I'm getting ready to go to the dog show, but I have to eat first.

This is my new buddy, Ozzie. He was competing in agility. I'm giving him a good luck rub. 

 

 

 

 

See this dude behind me, he was Truman's college roommate. 

I'm exhausted. Cheering at the dog show was hard work.

Current family favorite--is this like the Best in Show award?

"Cubs win! Cubs win!"

Carsie's homage to Harry Caray.

 "Aww, how could he lose the ball in the sun? He's from Mexico!"

''There's Andres Galarraga. Spelled backwards it's A-G-A-R-R-A-L-A-G.''

The road to Lakehills is paved with good intentions.

Our intent was a noble one. We set out to take Carsie to the Witte Museum to see the dinosaur exhibit, but we were faced with a packed Saturday afternoon parking lot. What happened next will forever be replayed at Thanksgiving dinners with knives in hand, at inappropriate times when strangers are present and whenever alcohol is involved. One of us decided that Carson would not know the difference between a dinosaur and Stein-Mart and that the educational field trip was officially over. I say it was her. She says it was me. Obviously, she is a liar. I guess Carson will have to be the deciding vote in a few years when he is old enough to lie for his grandmother. 

Thumb on his cheek and legs crossed. Always a gentleman, even in slumber. 

"I didn't know there were so many shoes at the museum."

"Somebody told me there were going to be dinosaurs here."

"Maybe Nordstrom's is the name of the dinosaur. Wake me up when he comes around."

"Grandma says we are looking for the DSW dinosaurs...then she laughed."

"I don't know if you heard, but I was born cool."

 

 

"I'm exhausted. It was hard looking for dinosaurs all day."

"If a dinosaur was going to eat me, I'd stretch out like this so he couldn't swallow me."

"Grandma told me dinosaurs will leave me alone if I sleep with my rear up in the air."

Sunday New York Times Crossword Puzzle...in INK

While Carson is not quite at that point yet, he has shown quite an interest in reading and books, just like his mother. His favorite book that I read to him is The Scrambled States of America where, on Kansas' urging, all the states change places with each other thinking they are going to have more fun in their new locations.

He also enjoys these pop-up books about safari and ocean animals, mostly because I let him turn the pages and slobber on these books.

And here are a couple of shots of him being a ham.

"I think that was Truman, no way that was me."

"Ok, maybe that was me."

7 7/8

Stink's 6 month stats: 17.9 pounds (50%), 28 inches (95%), 17.25 head circumference (75%). In other words, he is tall, skinny and has a big head...he inherited Evan's head, certainly not mine.

Big boy eating from his high chair.

Carson has decided that it is far more fun escaping from me when I am changing his diaper and scooting around the bed naked. These are not learned behaviors.

This is his version of crawling. He throws his back legs up and scoots his upper body forward. His ability to get somewhere without the ability to walk will come in handy when he's on Sixth Street.

Summer haircut

Truman took Carson to get his second haircut. They figured he would need one since Truman submitted Carson's application to work at Dad's shop retrieving tools and parts that fell under cars.

Thinking that he would look more respectable, or at least someone that is in control of his own bowels, Truman asked for a short cut.

 

I'm blowing in his face here, he really enjoys the wind in his hair. Maybe he'll be a hitch hiker one day, fingers crossed!

 

Also, I'm concerned that I may have a goiter I was unaware of until this picture. 

Screaming match

 

What started out as a fun game of Carson yelling at Truman, and Truman responding in a howl, quickly turned into a screaming match by the time I got my camera going. As you can see, Carson is very upset that Truman can out yell him and is letting him know of his displeasure. I am sure Evan will find some way to contribute to their delinquency, maybe by adding an air horn to the mix, when he gets back.