Kasper loves YouTube. Garbage trucks, excavators, trains - it has video of everything he loves. You can check out some of his favorites here.
As our dedicated readers know, Kasper also loves the caboose. We do bring him other places, we just only seem to take photos at the caboose! The little guy is his buddy Vaughan. He just turned 1, so Kasper is schooling him on all the important big guy stuff -like rocks, sandboxes and eating donuts.
After a wild few weeks of Patrick's trip to Germany, a visit from Mema and a visit TO Mema during a visit from the Left Coast Rynnes, we're back! Patrick's Father's Day started with Kasper actually sleeping in (well, until 8am) and was quickly followed by bagels with cream cheese and lox. This was followed by a trip to the park and lots of hanging out. No surprise there!
The holiday weekend brought with it the local Viva Vienna festival, and Kasper was thrilled that he's a "big kid" now and can go on some of the rides. Well, he's close -- we debated letting him go solo before deciding he's still just a little too unpredictable to be on heavy equipment by himself (I see all of you who've met Kasper nodding furiously in agreement). So Dada and Mama split the assignment:
Riding in the school bus with Dada was OK, but it couldn't match the fire truck ride with Mama:
He was also very interested in something called The Rainbow -- that's what he's watching below. I don't know ... maybe next year, when he's 3:
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)
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!"
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.
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.
