Merry Christmas!

Christmas began at 6:34 am this morning, which, in case you were wondering, is no earlier than any other day begins for us around here. Our young heroes are early risers to put it mildly.

Merry Christmas to all of our friends and family. We hope Santa was good to you!

Santa came to San Diego!




Thank you Uncle Steve! Let's hope this isn't the beginnings of a Sigfried or Roy.




The Pirate loves Jorge the bouncy horse.

Aw yeah!

The Pirate is my sidekick. Where I go, he goes, roughly 97% of the time. This is partly out of obvious necessity and partly because until very recently, he would have it no other way. Yesterday I broke with our usual mode of public transportation and instead of throwing him over my shoulder like santa's sack of toys and tying him onto my back with 8 feet of brightly woven fabric, I decided it was time for The Pirate to take a ride in the shopping cart. His first time!

Oh my word was he a happy corsair. Just take a look at this smirk, you can almost see the future posture he'll adopt when he's sitting in his dad's car at 16 trying to swoop on the hunnies.

Oh right...We have a blog!

Thank you to Pattycake Girl for reminding me that I needed to get off my pompín (the word in our house for butt, doesn't it sound so much better?) and post something new! In a gallant attempt to make up for my lack of posts recently, here's a whole slew of goings on from our past month...

Someone received a professional haircut! Mama and Daddy are just now adjusting to the new look. Adorable as he is, I think I might need to see those bouncy baby boy curls again at least one more time.



We got a Christmas tree which, as you can see, has to live behind a gate to protect it from grabby hands. Darn it, when is Daddy going to learn to look with his eyes not his hands?



We had some photography lessons. Not a bad pic for a two year old study I'd say. Now if I could only manage to not look loopy we'd all be doing pretty well.



A surprise Christmas box arrived on our doorstep. The boys haven't seen the contents yet (Santa promptly hid it away) but the box itself has proven to be a fantastic diversion from all the rain we've received recently.













There's been plenty of bike riding! Don't worry Grandma, when he rides his bike anywhere other than our patio, he does wear his casco.



And of course, we've watched many sunsets from our front yard.

Let's get to work!

One of G-Funk's favorite books is Machines At Work. He can't seem to get enough of big trucks and that book delivers perfectly. Recently we had a crew of workmen working on our block and he was beside himself with excitement as we watched all the machines and trucks but the highlight of that week was probably when he got to sit in the bobcat.

Growing rockstars

It's a big day in our house when Daddy's drums are made available to the boys. The Pirate is always happy to explore anything he might be able to pull up to standing with and possibly pull down as well.



Of course G-Funk loves the opportunity to bang anything with sticks as loud as he can and he has a surprisingly good sense of rhythm. You should see him shake his booty!



In addition to working on his chops, G-Funk is perfecting his rock star/So Cal boy personae. I swear this outfit was entirely his choosing.

Out of the mouths of babes

You knew that title was coming at some point right?

Chris and I are quiet people. There's not a lot of mindless chatter flying around our house. At least there wasn't until our heroes arrived on the scene. G-Funk and The Pirate are, to put it bluntly, LOUD!

G-Funk spends a lot of his day checking in on the activities of each family member. "Da-da what doing?" is in heavy rotation. When we ask G-Funk what he's doing, we often hear, "You playing with dat!" Most of the day's play is served up for us in blow by blow narration. So I know without looking that right now he's driving Matchbox cars around the sink in the play kitchen saying "truck got wet too yeah!" This statement prompted a full on belly laugh and a "hah, that funny yeah!" He has a sense of humor that one.

The Pirate is fond of screeching, clicking his tongue at Daddy and loudly shouting Gah! at everyone and everything.