"Trucker Ryan"
"Thug Ryan" (I know - Reagan and I were having a little too much fun with this game...)
Finding his hands. Tasty!
Rasslin' with Spidey
CHEESE!
Friday, May 9, 2008
Fun with Ryan
(My camera is still misbehaving - sorry!)
"Trucker Ryan"
"Thug Ryan" (I know - Reagan and I were having a little too much fun with this game...)
Finding his hands. Tasty!
Rasslin' with Spidey
CHEESE!
"Trucker Ryan""Thug Ryan" (I know - Reagan and I were having a little too much fun with this game...)Finding his hands. Tasty! Rasslin' with SpideyCHEESE!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Ryan: 3 Months
Hard to believe Ryan is already three months old. He is sleeping through the night, grasping objects and working on rolling over. He is typically all smiles - though I am somehow unable to capture that with my camera!
Monday, April 21, 2008
The Great Outdoors
This weekend some of our college friends invited us to join them and their two sons to camp on Lake Tawakoni. We had a great time hiking, fishing, playing with the kids and catching up with each other. (Unfortunately, the camera was acting goofy and most of the pictures came out poorly - including the ones of Reagan's first fish.) Thanks to Keith, Rebecca, Jacob and Jonathan for a wonderful weekend!
Starting off the morning with the breakfast of champions - poptarts and powdered sugar donuts. Gotta have our energy!
Comparing camping gear.
Baiting the hooks - I quickly nominated myself historian for this activity.
Reagan loved watching the worms wiggle and wanted everyone else to hold one, but he too exempted himself from worm handling.
Reagan had been talking up fishing ever since we told him about this camping trip. He had been asking about every thirty minutes for the past week when he was going to get to catch a fish. Now that the time had finally come, I am not sure it was quite what he had expected. John tried to show him that you held the pole until you had a fish, THEN you reel it in. Reagan just wanted to reel in the line and quickly lost interest. After running around, climbing dirt hills and screaming about the dragonflies buzzing his head, he came back to try. John (who had been trying without luck to catch anything - sorry, honey) handed the pole to Reagan. Reagan started jerking the pole and line around like he was Brad Pitt in "A River Runs Through It" and lo and behold, not 15 seconds later the kid had caught a fish - all by himself! John helped him reel it in. Instead of posing with the fish like a proud fisherman, he took off for the dirt hills again. His buddy Jacob threw the fish back for him. Ten minutes later, Reagan decided he wanted to try again. John handed the pole over to Reagan. He tried his same scrappy, quasi-fly fishing approach and 30 seconds later, he was reeling in another fish!
Watching the big kids play baseball.
Reagan having his morning cup of joe.
The "after" picture!
Starting off the morning with the breakfast of champions - poptarts and powdered sugar donuts. Gotta have our energy!
Comparing camping gear.
Baiting the hooks - I quickly nominated myself historian for this activity. 
Reagan loved watching the worms wiggle and wanted everyone else to hold one, but he too exempted himself from worm handling. 
Reagan had been talking up fishing ever since we told him about this camping trip. He had been asking about every thirty minutes for the past week when he was going to get to catch a fish. Now that the time had finally come, I am not sure it was quite what he had expected. John tried to show him that you held the pole until you had a fish, THEN you reel it in. Reagan just wanted to reel in the line and quickly lost interest. After running around, climbing dirt hills and screaming about the dragonflies buzzing his head, he came back to try. John (who had been trying without luck to catch anything - sorry, honey) handed the pole to Reagan. Reagan started jerking the pole and line around like he was Brad Pitt in "A River Runs Through It" and lo and behold, not 15 seconds later the kid had caught a fish - all by himself! John helped him reel it in. Instead of posing with the fish like a proud fisherman, he took off for the dirt hills again. His buddy Jacob threw the fish back for him. Ten minutes later, Reagan decided he wanted to try again. John handed the pole over to Reagan. He tried his same scrappy, quasi-fly fishing approach and 30 seconds later, he was reeling in another fish! 
Watching the big kids play baseball.
Reagan having his morning cup of joe.
The "after" picture!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Happy Trails to You!
Today was Western Day at Reagan's school. Each year the school provides a BB-Q lunch and singing program for the parents. The food and entertainment were top notch. Reagan's class sang "Ten Wild Horses" and "Moo-ve Over, Moo-ve on Through". There was also a guest appearance by the Texas Roadhouse Armadillo. Yee-haw!
The cowpokes awaiting their grand entrance.
Watch out Nashville!
Reagan and his posse.
The Round-up
Andy the Texas Roadhouse Armadillo
Desperado Pose
The cowpokes awaiting their grand entrance. 
Watch out Nashville!
Reagan and his posse.
The Round-up
Andy the Texas Roadhouse Armadillo
Desperado Pose
Monday, April 7, 2008
Matching, Mischief and More
My first attempt to put the boys in "matching" outfits was a little lame. (Poor Ryan's shirt was too tight and the pants were too big.) After forcing the too small shirt over Ryan's head, he was really not in the mood for a photo session, but I was determined to document the occasion.
One morning I put Ryan in his crib thinking it was a safe place to put him while I went and got ready in my bathroom. I could hear Reagan talking to him over the monitor, and at first I thought it was sweet, but then grew suspicious. I went to investigate and this is what I found. So much for a safe place.
Again, determined Mom wanted a picture of the family, but Ryan had fallen asleep and Reagan had a giant piece of candy in his mouth. At least John and I were smiling!
One morning I put Ryan in his crib thinking it was a safe place to put him while I went and got ready in my bathroom. I could hear Reagan talking to him over the monitor, and at first I thought it was sweet, but then grew suspicious. I went to investigate and this is what I found. So much for a safe place.
Again, determined Mom wanted a picture of the family, but Ryan had fallen asleep and Reagan had a giant piece of candy in his mouth. At least John and I were smiling!
Ryan: 2 Months
These last few months have flown by. Ryan is growing like crazy (we'll know exactly how crazy at his 2 mo. appt. Thursday) and really starting to show his little personality.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Lunch Lady Land
"I woke up in the morning put on my new plastic glove. Served some reheated sausberry steak with a little slice of love. I got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of. I just know everything's doing fine down here in Lunch Lady Land." ("Sloppy Joe")
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