Raising Watsons

Tucker with his buddy Luke at dinner.

They were really in to the dipping sauces (which they dipped everything in to) and dropping items between the two of them and looking at where they went.  good times!

This is late, but I wanted to make sure and get it posted for historical purposes.

I’m going to keep getting these photos until he’s old enough to tell me to stop.

The teachers informed me that all the kids think Tucker is this baby in the book.  Whenever they’re reading the story, the kids all yell “Tucker!” when this page comes up.

I’ll let you decide.  While I see the resemblance, Tucker is far more devious in most of his pictures.

Sometimes we just hang around the house.  Sometimes we even dress up in outrageously cute outfits and just hang around the house.  There are always plenty of things to work on with hammers.

Then play time is over, and we just want to be picked up and carried around the house.  So we look for other activities to keep us grounded and entertained.

… like playing piano.  Tucker was sitting up with me for a while, but at this point he’s more interested in hitting all the buttons on the keyboard than any of the keys.  Oh sure, he loves to pound on it a bit and make some noise, but he’s a button masher first and foremost.  He’ll either be a great electronic musician one day, or he’s going to be pressing THE BUTTON from the oval office.

This is a bit old, but people need to see these.  All this brown and green, a smiling little man.  It’s too good not to share.  Heather went to Las Vegas for a long derby filled weekend, leaving the men on their own.  We did quite well thank you(!) and here’s the photographic evidence.