Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Independent Hamslice

This weekend, our little baby boy started standing on his own. He even took a couple of steps forward, although they were mostly designed to keep him from falling. Where does the time go?

Hamslice, Caliente

So I learned yesterday that a 1-year old and Carne Asada do not mix very well. At dinner yesterday, it seemed like a good idea to fry up the Trader Joe's Carne that Hambone had defrosted over the weekend.

Poor Hamslice -- I put a few bites on his plate, and he jammed them all in his mouth right away. He was starving, and I guess it looked like something he wanted to eat.

After about 30 seconds, (when the peppers kicked in, apparently) he spit all of the meat out, started crying and drank 1/2 glass of water. Oh what a bad parent I am.

I made him some chicken nuggets then, so we could get back to bland, but he was suspicious of me. He eventually ate them, but there was a great deal of crying and throwing them around first.


Friday, September 19, 2008

Testing this out

Hi guys, sorry about posting boring work stuff here, just wanted to test out the embedding links from YouTube here

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Executive Hamslice

For fun, Hambone bought a toy PDA for Hamslice a few weeks ago. It's very cute, with a dial on the side that moves little fish across the screen, and buttons to push that make it ring, vibrate and chatter.

Hamslice has dabbled with it a bit, but not shown a whole lot of interest. In the mean time, he has ridden home from day care with Hambone every day, and Hambone is glued to his PDA.

Yesterday Hamslice picked up the PDA and shouted "Hewwow!" into it, just like dad. We are so proud.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Hamslice Beach Bum

For the Labor Day holiday, Hambone, Hamslice and I went to Ocean City, MD. The weather was terrific, the surf was up (but not too high) and we had a chance to relax together as a family.

It turns out that none of us are real beach people... for instance, the whole "bathing suit without any other clothes on" thing is really not our bag. Hamslice was the biggest drylander of us all. He was splashed by one wave, and then didn't want to get within 50 feet of the water for the rest of the trip. (sigh)

Our friends the W's came to share the weekend with us, and we had the pleasure of getting to know their four kids a little better. Usually when we see the Ws, they've already put the kids to bed. This was an education in family dynamics and sibling-ness.

Here's a pic of Hamslice on the beach catchin' some rays and chillin' with his toys...