Here’s Jack who is sportin’ the undies 24/7 now. Congrats on mastering potty training big man. So proud of you! Sammy - you’re up next.

Enjoying a little Lion King on a Saturday afternoon. Life’s good.

“Nono Sammy. No touch! Starbucks water isn’t for babies!”

“HOW DARE YOU GO THERE! We’ll see who the baby is when they unbuckle us buddy! I’m not the one wearing 18 month old pants at age 3!”

(p.s. his speech is very advanced for under 2, right? Haha)

Last night, Jack and I caught a glimpse of some 4th of July fireworks from the upstairs bathroom window. As we sat there breathing in the amazing BBQ filled summer night (ahh - i love that smell) he asked me why they were setting off rockets. I explained that it was America’s Birthday to which he replied, “Oh happy buthday Ikea” (huh?) then ran to the stairs and screamed down the stairs excitedly, “Daddy, they’re setting off fireworks for Ikea’s buthday!!”  Yes, we had just returned from Ikea, but still. I love that in his world Ikea’s birthday requires massive celebration. He is my child. Then, of course, he followed it up with the fact that fireworks sound like “rockets poopin’.”  That part can be Brad.

We’re getting closer but still no cigar. Steven - I think we need you to come out here stat!

For my mommy’s birthday, all she wanted was to take the us to our first movie, Toy Story 3. They were all afraid we wouldn’t sit through it but whatevs…like we were going to move a muscle! It was BUZZ, WOODY AND POPCORN for crying out loud. 90 minutes is a piece of cake! Sheesh. We wanna go back this weekend too mom - can we?
~buzz and woody