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.

Magic is still alive and well in our town.  This cedar box in the patio wall, I believe you call it a ‘mailbox’, is able to conjure objects randomly throughout the day.  I have occasionally seen a large woman in uniform slam the outer door, this somehow activates the box and the papers appear.  Some have brightly colored pictures and a thick binding, others are plainly labeled and seem to only bring frustration or sighs from my large roommates.

One weekend in mid-June, Mom, Grandma, Aunt Athy and Tucker embarked on a quick adventure.  We drove from Los Angeles to San Jose, up on Friday back on Sunday, to hang out with Mom as she played the most important game of the season with her team.

Despite the “Major Trouble” t-shirt, Tucker was remarkably well behaved.  We can’t same the same for the other trip participants, but a good time was had by all.

Tucker met a little friend in the outdoor mall next to the hotel.  Nathaniel was almost the same age as Tucker but an entirely different type of baby.  Several times he tried to hug Tucker and was faced with the cold shoulder.  Eventually Tucker warmed up to him and agreed to play a little in the rocks by the fountain.

Little man loves hallways.  Running down them, banging on strangers doors, etc.   At one point we just started leaving the door open so he could run around in the hallway.

The game was a huge success.  My team took an early command and at half way through the period the score was 55 to 0.  The final score was 180 something to 80 something.  Details not so important, the important thing is my team has qualified for Regionals in Portland this year.  Last time my team qualified for Regionals, we got pregnant.  This time, Mom will skate!

Tucker really does hate good byes.  But he loves baggage carriers!  Especially when he realizes it’s way easier to catch a ride than to push it himself.  YAY for Grandma’s!

Last week Grandma and Aunt ‘Athy visited.  We went on a big trip together which is going to be hte next post, but here’s some quick pictures of lil man and Aunt Athy.