First Birthday Celebration

What's not to like about birthday celebrations. Cake, candles, gifts.

And for one lucky little guy, he celebrated with his totally awesome family. Thanks for coming over and making the night special. We truly cherish these moments of love and laughter. A gift money can't buy.

Week in Rewind

Last Friday, we went over to Media to watch Dadda run. After selecting just the right spot to sit, the little guy got down to the serious business of screaming Go Dadda. And go he did, finishing in the top 8 percent of the entire running group. Fast as lightning Mama...

The little guy inches toward his three year birthday. Crazy how fast the time. Crazy how smart he has become. For example, last night i asked the little guy to be extra good in font of his Korean tutor. Can you do that for me, I implored. Well, last just say that we overheard a certain someone telling his Teddy to be good....with, can you do that for me Teddy!

Fore Sure

Tearing up the putt putt course like a young Tiger Woods. Lets just say that someone made mince meat of that tiny course in record strokes and time. You have to do better than that to beat me Mama. These greens are way to easy to read.

That's my boy. Say, did he just cheat by moving his ball next to the hole??

On another note, Mama wisely secured her positioning as future Golf Manager, in the long shot that the little guy goes all KJ Choi on us.  I mean, someone has to manage the little guy while Dadda lugs his clubs around!

Finally, Did you notice that the little guy already has his own bling, bling. Yes, his own putter.  And, I might add iron and driver (Dadda's out of control)  Can a cute Nike ad be that far down the road?

And a special thanks to Mom Mom for teaching him, GET IN THE HOLE.

Happy Father's Day

To all of the special Dad's that are in our life, we say Happy Father's Day. We're spending our day just like I imagined with a walk in the park with the dogs, a swim in the pool, a round of putt putt and a roasted chicken for dinner. Life is good

And a special thanks to Mom Mom for watching the little guy while we went to The Open. A muddy morning turned into a glorious afternoon.

Moving Up Party

You may remember in my last post, I mentioned the Will Smith song, Summertime, with all of the joy of our new found weather. Well, that was before a hot Saturday spent at Dadda's work picnic. Now, don't get me wrong, the picnic was awesome.  But the heat.  Oh, the heat. Well, you can see by just looking at the little guy. At one point, during lunch, he even said he wasn't  hungry (that didn't stop him from a healthy portion of cake and a grape slushy).

Luckily, we rushed home to the pool.  Where we encountered a massive party by our neighbor two doors down (complete with the biggest white tent ever seen).   That didnt stop us, probably due to a mild heat stroke. We proudly put on our swimsuits, let the dogs out to bark, and headed to the pool, after all we suffered from heat dilerim.  All was going well  Their party with the banging music. Our splash, spash and barking dogs. Perfect equilibrium.  That is until.....someone turned off the music and stated, time for the bride and groom's first dance.  Which promptly led us to dash out of the pool to the house, leaving a barking Trojan behind to fend for herself. And fend she did.  As in, barking (loudly) during the entire first dance

Summer, Summer Summertime. Summertime.