Trevor's version of the sound someone makes ...

...when they sleep starts with a "huck-a-loogie" sound and ends with shhhhh.
I think he got the snoring sound a little mixed up.
I learned this when I asked him to be quiet and go to sleep. Then he told me I was not kind but mean for not allowing more movie watching.

Meanwhile, anyday now I expect my 9 month old to be walking around the corner on his own like he owns the place. He not only cruises around the furniture in our house more steadily and confidently each day, but attempts to climb in and over whatever he can.

I often catch Trevor in a semi-gentle bearhug over his little brother. It's an early introduction to wrestling for Joel. I can't help but think of this early training as a competitive edge.

And here's a picture of the costume Trevor wore last weekend for the time it takes to get one good picture. The robe really showcases that six pack built up from a year full of bean bag stunts, "tail whips" and a recently dubbed 'wyzellmun' routine (watch for video of that one).
I don't know who that crazy man is next to him.

We had a great time at Farmstead with the Cooneys. The crowds were elsewhere and the weather was just right for farm fun!




Is it just me, or is this peasant a little pouty? And hairy?

And this big bouncy thing was a hug hit!


I think all we need to install my our own backyard bouncer is a king-size waterbed bladder, air compressor, a shovel, and an willing husband.





Daddy has full authority to steal kisses at any time.




I have to say I am really impressed with this little cow train. Good job Farmstead.


This photo doesn't show it very well, but the working water pumps (and most tools) are a magnet for everything that makes up the male gender.