Fluffy pancakes

Happy Mother's Day! If you are looking for something sappy and sweet, may I refer to you May 2005? Because, what this year featured was delicious pancakes and bacon! Kasper and Dad were hard at work in the kitchen. Here's how it went:

Kasper checking to make sure I getting a good picture of his hard work



Voila!



Enjoying the fruits of his labors from his own plate...



...and from his Dad's plate


As we all know, everything is better with bacon


And just because he looks so adorable


Happy Mother's Day!
(and, yes, I did have to write my own Mother's Day blog post, but since the boys bought me a Pie Gourmet strawberry-rhubarb pie, I still feel like I got the best part of this deal)

Hell on wheels

Kasper got a tricycle. His expression is accurate as to his feelings on this matter. He was up at 5am Sunday to tell me, "Mama, ride my tricycle, with PEDALS!" (If you feel like you've seen this face before, it might have been here. The boy just loves anything with wheels. I'm so frightened of my future.)

In other excitement, we took a walk in our neighborhood today and visited the caboose. Last summer and fall, we visited the caboose regularly since it's next door to the Saturday farmers market. He was so excited to climb on for another "ride" (it actually just sits there, but that seems to be enough for boys of all ages).




And, in case you worried that Kasper skipped a day of trying to do grievious bodily harm to himself or others, he climbed out onto the hitch. That's Patrick's hand pulling him back. I had no idea parenting would require quite so many reiterations of, "Hey, quit trying to break yourself!"

Separation anxiety

I'm in Orlando by myself, so I don't have any pictures for you (unless pictures of the OCCC are your cup of tea).


I'll say that three days on my own is about all I can take -- I miss my wife and I miss my boy, and I regret every time I've said 'Kasper, Daddy doesn't have time right now.' No time? That feels pretty stupid right about now.

Thank God I fly home tomorrow.

"It needs dirt!"

Mema and Gran are here visiting from North Carolina. Kasper is really enjoying the attention and his new digger. It's super cool, the handle goes up and down and you can really lift stuff. Kasper was showing it to his Dada, and he announced, "It needs dirt!"

Umm....no. Even though Mema generously offered to buy potting soil.



And the only thing cooler than a new toy, is the box it came in.

All Hopped Up

The Easter Bunny snuck into our house last night and left enough candy to turn Kasper into a little sugar-powered cyclone. Next time he'll have to find a better hiding place for his stash than a basket of festively-colored plastic eggs:


Also left behind was a super-cool carpenter's set with tool belt, backpack, tape measure and some snappy suspenders in a rainbow print:


It may be a holiday, but he's still a "working man" at heart!

Sunny days

Our vacation was lovely.

Good Times with the Grandparents

Kasper had a great time with his Grammie and Grandpa Woodford last weekend. Here's a video of him basking in the light of Grammie's attention:

And yes, that's Grandpa and Daddy geeking out to Star Wars in the background. Kasper watched a few minutes and was instantly hooked -- now whenever he says "ray guns" we know what he's asking for.

Here Grandpa and Kasper sit riveted as Luke and Company try to escape the trash compactor:

Kasper uncorks his "gyroball" on Grammie:

Kasper and Grammie share a laugh:

It was terrific to see my folks again and show off our boy. Kasper had a blast -- although he threw in a couple of explosive, red-faced tantrums to show he's an official two-year-old now.

Grammie and Grandpa barely got out of D.C. before we were walloped with our last (fingers-crossed) storm of the year. Kasper played outside all morning, eating his own weight in snow (only the white kind, of course):