Everything is better when you're under the table. You can find raisens under there, and hide from your mama.

Its also more fun to be in your block box, naturally... covered with all your balls, until you get clausterphobic and need "ous! ous!"

Jammin' out to Elmo before bedtime, evoking his disco spirit. This baby was born to dance.

We'll be internet free on the beach in route and on the beach, so I'll catch everyone up in two weeks. Yee haaaw!!!

Shhhhh! He's ball hunting. When he finds one he'll knock it under the couch so he can get his golf club to get it out. "hep hep cowsh!" That's Ethanese for "Dear God help me get that ball out from under there, hurry hurry!"

Everything is good here. We're on the countdown to the beach trip. He's learned to stick his head under at the pool, and loves loves loves! making laps around the baby pool. I hope he doesn't like the waves. Makes a mama nervy.

Current obsessions are Pop-Up Pirate "popeye-ya!", Play-doh "peedoh", and please please please don't say the word pool. 'Cause no matter what time it is, he'll go get his shark pants and is ready to go. Making playdoh blueberries can occupy a good part of his day... scoop 'em in the cup, pour em out.. pretend to eat them, put them back in, pour 'em out... etc.. etc.. etc..

Shaun got a pop-up playhouse for father's day. He was thrilled. You can even draw on the sides!! There are very few moments where girls are allowed in, and it has become a great reading hut.
We're enjoying our summer. I still get to have Fridays at home, which is very nice.

Talk soon... stay in the shade. E