I Need Better Hiding Places

Nicholas finds the strangest things to be fascinating toys...

The other day Jared walked in on this:

What is he holding, you might ask?

That would be the attachment to my breastpump.

He was holding it to his bare tummy, telling Daddy, "Kiki pumping".

And what are you supposed to say to that?

Daddy Day

Last weekend I took Nicholas to his first football game. He has been to a couple baseball games and would watch for about 2 minutes and then get bored. So I was a little worried I would spend to whole game trying to entertain the little guy. We went early and did some tailgating with my buddy from the Bay Area Ed. We drank juice and ate some cookies and hotdogs, just what a growing boy needs.

It was nice and hot (about 100) at the Rose Bowl so we tried to stay in the shade as much as possible before the game. Nicholas was the hit of all the tailgaters. He would throw the football and constantly yell "FUMBLE" "TOUCHDOWN" and refused to take off his glasses. We had about 10 different people come and say how cute he was. Then it was time to go in. We were on the far end of the end zone in the direct sun. Nicholas had sunscreen on but was bright red from the heat. I forced juice down him and kept dumping water on him but he was totally burning up. He was quiet the whole time and sat on my lap just watching the game. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying himself since he was so quiet. Well at halftime I figured he had enough since he was bright red and falling asleep. We said goodbye and started going through the tunnel. Then Nicholas starts to tear up and says "I want more football, I want more football." I have never been so happy to see my son cry. He loved the game and was so sad to be leaving. He has been asking me every day since then to go to a football game. I think I'm the happiest Dad in the world.

One of Many Unilateral Conversations....

As we speak, Kiki is taking my phone, holding it above his head and saying,

Say CHEESE!

Ok, one more time!

CHEEEEEESE! (at the top of his lungs)

Oh, good job, Kiki!

We may be suffering from a bit of overexposure here... and perhaps an excess of positive reinforcement?

2 Months of RJC

Our little guy is a whole two months old, as of monday. He is our litte cuddlebug. He loves to be held and snuggled, and will always reward you with a smile or two. He is a pretty happy baby as long as he is fed, cleaned, and given moderate amounts of attention and affection.
He is growing wary of his big brother and gets an adorable wide-eyed look of terror as he approaches.

Kiki loves him though... so much that he could just squeeze him!

I tried to do a Rykie photshoot, and ended up with dozens of these....

Gotta love these two... There is never a dull moment!