It all started out with a crazy straw...
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Crazy dinner, part 3
My, he does like his orange juice, doesn't he...
He barely ate anything until I gave him a slice of homemade white pizza with nutella. That he liked. A lot.
Can't you tell?
New backyard: helping
Grammy and Grampy helped us (well, we all helped Grammy) lay grass in our little backyard so that Dylan (and us) have a nice place to run around this summer (and grill). Mike has been working for weeks turning the lumpy dirt pile that was our backyard into a flat surface ready for sod. I don't think these pictures give an accurate portrayal of just how small our backyard is, but they do show how much fun Dylan had helping get the job done.
Raking before the sod is lain.
Quick! No one's looking - take the rake!
"Hands off the rake, Dylancito!"
"Someone left this thing here... I'll take care of it, you all are busy."
Yup. Feels good to get dirty from hard work.
"What's that you say, Grammy? You need this roll moved from here to there? I'll take care of it! Have you seen my muscles?"
I love his "ready" stance.
Dylan is a strong little guy.
New backyard: more helping
"What do you need raked? I'm ready!"
Play tools are just not as interesting as the real thing...
New backyard: the wheelbarrow
Dylan learns so quickly these days, and mostly by watching what we do. Michael was on wheelbarrow duty, and so of course Little Mike wanted to do the same thing. The faces are priceless.
Big muscles
Good thing he was wearing his muscle shirt.
New backyard: watering the grass
Train set and reading books
This shirt was a present from Guatemala. ¡Gracias!He's reading to his Papá.
He has the best cat meow ever (around 0:50)!
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