El Tigre’s transformation.
El Tigre’s transformation.
Holy crap. How did that happen? I turned around, and he looked all grown up:
Somewhat quietly. At home, just the three of us. And a lot of Cars. We could have done without gifts (a couple of books, a new movie, some stickers) probably; it would have been enough just putting all the Cars out on the table. There were cake and streamers and a big balloon, the blowing out of a candle after singing Happy Birthday, though we knocked the camera over right after and lost the evidence (thankfully the practice video remains). A new ornament for his birthday ring: this year a car, what else. We celebrated with a whole day of silliness, running through the curtain of streamers, candle light, and a lot of love for my sweet salty birthday boy.
I love Daylight Savings. It’s so nice to be outside for that one hour between dinner and the bath & bed routine, even if it’s only as far as right outside our front door.
We took Wesley to Tradewinds Park on Saturday. The third weekend of the month there are train rides, and little farm tours, and pony rides. He would not go on the train ride. He would not go on a farm tour. He would not ride a pony. But he had a lovely time out in the world anyway.
He loves his Little People as much as I do. He even shares his cookies with them:
Last Saturday, there were cars and yogurt and tools and lots of Little People. Just a typical weekend morning:
His first time at bat was a “hit:”
We went back to the county fair this year. I love county fairs, and I guess you can say that going there has become tradition for us ever since Craig and I had our engagement photos shot there.
The difference now that is that Wesley’s the one playing carnie games.
I don’t think Wesley’s changed too much since our visit last year, other than he’s maybe thinned out a bit…
He still showed zero interest in seeing the animals, but thankfully he enjoys disgusting/delicious carnival food as much as I do. And I think he’s already anxiously anticipating the day he’ll get to go on a ride.
There aren’t too many photos of Wesley and me. For one, I’m the self-designated photographer in the family, so most of the shots are of Wesley and daddy. Even from behind, they seem to always look good:
For two, I pretty much abhor the way I look in photographs, so I try to stay out of them whenever possible. The sad side effect of this is that few shots exist of Wesley and mama.
At the moment though, I’m pretty much obsessed with Instagram and with taking photographs with my new Iphone; I took advantage of its front camera and managed to snap this:
I’m bummed that the quality isn’t as good as that of my other Instagram shots, but I’m happy that at least a small record exists of me and my boy together.