Finnster & G-Man recently helped their Pasitos buddy Jesse celebrate his 4th b-day. Downside: They’re not into spicy Mexican candy. Upside: Hen walked off with a papier-mâché dino leg in which to store future treats. 🙂
Author: The Nack Daddy
Happy Birthday, Big Finn!
This post is a bit belated, but the party wasn’t: Happy Birthday to our big, bright, blonde boy! We had a ball (my totally sore, bouncy-house-strained neck notwithstanding ;-)), and we’ll post photos soon. Meanwhile, let’s sing!
Hear the chaos!
See the uncooperative candles that keep threatening to go out!
Celebrate our big blonde guy turning 6!
¡Enrique Calabazas!
Surprise produce for the G-Man:

Handlebar Star
“For those about to shave (in ~10 years)… we salute you!!” 🙂

Micronoogler
“Dad-O, I hope you make a lot of new friends at Google,” Henry told me every day my first week. I shall try indeed, my son. Meanwhile, here’s the little guy rocking the crazy propellerhead “Noogler” (as in, New Googler) beanie I was issued:

Bonus, via our neighbor Chris:

Cheaper By The Dozin’
G-Man, as seen through Mom’s-Eye View at Target this afternoon. 🙂 (Amazingly he maintained his deep nap from car to cart.)

Of Gummi Bears & Treachery
Is it still a conspiracy theory if you know they’re out to get you?
The boys have started to delight in (hilariously loudly) whispering little plots to one another, generally having to do with some pending attack on Dad-O or gambit to score forbidden treats. Here, after they’d twisted my arm into buying them some Taco Bell schlock, I overheard Finn whispering, “Hey Henry, let’s pour fiery sauce into Dad-O’s brain to make him go bananas!” In a similar vein they’ve taken to attacking my “six” (aka butt—”six” being fighter pilot shorthand for one’s six-o’clock position). Most amusingly, when I bust them (to their delight), they invariably claim, “Oh, we’re just talking about gummi bears & tasty snacks.” Snacks, my butt! 😉

¡Día de Bigotes Locos!
Early morning scene: Mom-O & her eyeliner getting Finn suited up for Crazy Mustache Day at school. 🙂

Finn gives Henry “the silent treatment”
🙂

Playing hooky at the Lego store
We had fun exploring the driftwood-laden New Brighton Beach (which we’d somehow missed all these years) with the boys’ preschool buddy Clark & his dad Alex a couple of weeks back. Here you can get a glimpse of them constructing a “Beach ranger station” and burying their amigo. 🙂

Beach ranger station:


Talking Trash
“Dad-O, I’m making Henry into a superhero,” says Finn, attaching a garbage bag “cape” to his bro. “He’s Trash Man!” 🙂

Headlamp Champ
A boy & his flyin’ lion.

Captain Underpants, readying for takeoff!
🙂

Small Sirs, Big Sur
What a day! Here’s our little chronicle of following Bixby Creek down to the sea, digging innumerable holes, frolicking with Bruce’s dog, and just generally cooling the heck out. 🙂

A perfect day
Saturday was just unbelievably lovely. Here’s a quick peek:
Spin for the Win
We had an absolute blast exploring Big Sur yesterday, visiting my friend the photojournalist Bruce Haley & family beneath the Bixby Creek Bridge. We’ll share photos soon (I took a *ton*). In the meantime, here Bruce’s wife Deborah shows our fascinated boys the spinning wheel she uses to make yarn:
Wakey Wakey!
The view from my pillow, 6:47am. (Yes, those are my legs.) 🙂
Beholding Grandpa’s old typewriter
Margot’s dad recently sent us his trusty old writing machine, and the boys have been fascinated. “Many an essay has been written on that!” notes Auntie Laura. “Grampa has had that since he got his Bachelor’s at CU.” Check it out:
“Li’l peeps can roll, man…”
When Grandpa Liggett would pout as a boy, his parents would warn him, “Watch out, or [farmer neighbor] Nicholson’s cows will come sit on that lip!” I know few kids poutier than Henry, so the cows have quickly become a central piece of family lore. In the shot below I was teasing grumpy Henry at a bowling lane in Colorado, combining ball-as-cow imagery with memories of Jesus Quintana from The Big Lebowski. Enjoy. 🙂


