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!

With the spooky and the scary upon us, we headed out into the beautiful morning sunshine for a costumed parade around the neighborhood.  Many shop owners were handing out candy, but we avoided the handouts (much to dad’s chagrin).  I feel bad for those teachers.  The kids were loading up on all things chocolate on the street, and the good stuff too.  Not those cheap peanut butter taffy things in the brown and orange wrappers.  Nor were there any smarties to be had in this quaintly affluent hood!  Then each toddler had a giant frosted sugar cookie awaiting them on the snack table AND they were giving out heavy pours of full-strength Hawaiian Punch.  Did you ever see that scene in District 9 where all the aliens rip apart the security officer once his weapons were empty?  That’s what I’m talking about.  Good thing for Tucker’s teachers he only got a bottle.

So here they are, I couldn’t choose so I’m posting a whole mess of ’em.  I defy you to not want this little monkey trashing your next party!

Tucker’s buddy Luke was stomping all over the place.  You can only point elephants in the right direction though, don’t try to tell them how to get there!  The floppy ears were the best.

Tucker was not subtle about his feelings for dad’s shaggy head messing up the cute vibe he had worked so hard to culminate.

We woke up this morning to HOT weather! Finally. It has been an uncharacteristically dreary summer here and the Santa Anas have finally kicked up (seasonal winds from the east) bringing all that hot desert air out to the beach. While most of the rest of the country is pulling out their sweaters and peacoats, we’re finally pulling out our swimsuits and sunblock. Unfortunately, this also means fire season is upon us here in socal, but with no real forest to speak of in the densely populated LA basin, that doesn’t effect us much. It did smell like a camp fire all over LA county last year with the Tower Fire, but that’s as bad as it got.

We met our friends, the Mellers, in Hermosa for a little breakfast on the strand. Their son Luke is in Tucker’s class at daycare and they are becoming THE destructive duo! We had time for short walk along the beach with all the health nuts and had a great time. The boys fell asleep while I walked off some of the carne asada and eggs I had for breakfast.

Tucker and I came back to do a little napping and sweating outside to finish out the afternoon.

Sunday morning we went to breakfast and were surprised to see my friend/co-worker Holly along with her husband and boy Luke. Luke goes to the school Tucker will start at in a few weeks. You can see they’re already thinking of all the trouble they’re going to cause.