Hurricane Tracking

The Things He Outgrows

2009-01-13T08:30:00.000-08:00

We're going through all his clothes and passing them along to others who need them and whom they will fit.

This is always kind of sad to me. Not the giving. Not even the outgrowing. The never again.

The Last Remnants of Christmas

2009-01-12T02:47:00.000-08:00

Success.

Cooking Rocks

2009-01-08T14:42:00.000-08:00

Especially when it involves cookies.

City Kid Play Date

2009-01-07T14:36:00.000-08:00

So we were in the park with our friend Grayson, minding our own business, when all these people surrounded us. Helicopters started swarming. Cops came from out of everywhere. Even horse cops. What was all the clatter? Oh your average Israeli / Palestinian park protest. You know. Normal Tuesday stuff.

Who needs a trampoline?

2009-01-06T14:32:00.000-08:00

Trampoline schmapoline.

You can make awesome air on a couch.

Game face.

2009-01-05T14:29:00.000-08:00

He can clear two levels on Nintendo DS Mario Brothers.
Oh yes he can.

The Door to Imagination.

2009-01-04T21:16:00.001-08:00

January 1, 2009

2009-01-01T15:41:00.000-08:00

I can't believe it's been almost a year since I posted here.

I think that needs to change. And now that I actually own a camera (thank you James!), it just might. But I'm not the only one who received a camera from Santa this Christmas. Oh no I'm not.We'll be taking a lot more photos this year. Just you wait and see.

Future Voter.

2008-02-02T20:19:00.001-08:00

He has no idea.
But when I hear Barack Obama speak, I understand the potential.
And I catch a glimpse of the future that I hope the Hurricane enjoys.

Cows and Kids

2007-09-17T08:42:00.001-07:00

The Hurricane went to his grandparents this weekend.

And I have to say. Cows and kids. They go together like Salt and Peppa.

Or Raine Wilson and Kanye.

Moving Forward.

2007-09-14T00:09:00.000-07:00

His Father's Son.

2007-09-13T20:08:00.001-07:00

Same Eyes, Different Generations.

2007-09-12T19:43:00.000-07:00

Almost Two.

2007-09-11T00:03:00.000-07:00

One of this Summer's Few Bearable Days Outside

2007-09-10T00:19:00.000-07:00

Where's the Fire?

2007-09-07T00:20:00.000-07:00

The First Day of the Busy Bunny Class

2007-09-04T21:31:00.000-07:00

July 4th Neighborhood Block Par-tay

2007-07-04T23:27:00.000-07:00

How I Spent My Summer Vacation.

2007-06-22T23:19:00.000-07:00

Rain rain go away.

Clean is the New Cool.

2007-06-17T23:16:00.000-07:00

Harry and Mommy

2007-06-12T23:03:00.000-07:00

His Father's Child

2007-06-11T23:13:00.000-07:00

He sleeps with a Design Patterns textbook. For reals y'all.

Yet Even More Proof That We're Complete Suckers

2007-06-10T22:56:00.000-07:00

Wait, is that a giant ball pit in your bedroom?

Why yes. Yes it is.

Whoohoo the Zoo

2007-06-05T22:39:00.000-07:00

Wow. The Zoo is great.

No really. Can't you tell how much I like it?

Oh. Wait a minute. What's that over there?

Okay. The Zoo rocks.

If We Only Knew What He Was Thinking.

2007-05-03T20:19:00.000-07:00

Hi.

2007-05-02T20:18:00.000-07:00

Peekaboo

2007-05-01T20:16:00.000-07:00

An Unfortunate Truth.

2007-04-30T20:09:00.000-07:00

Balloons pop.

Oh Happy Day

2007-04-25T20:21:00.000-07:00

We woke up this morning to a massive storm and fever.

But by bedtime, the sun was out... and so was the Hurricane.

The Hurricane Rocks.

2007-04-20T22:46:00.000-07:00

Busy at Play.

2007-04-15T22:42:00.000-07:00

Suits Me Just Fine.

2007-04-09T22:36:00.000-07:00

I thought H's Easter suit looked cute.
J thought he looked like a Hobo.
You decide.

Here's Hoping the Easter Bunny was Good to You

2007-04-07T22:21:00.000-07:00

Do Not Trust the Hurricane with Your Easter Eggs

2007-04-06T22:32:00.000-07:00

B is for Ball.

2007-03-26T21:30:00.000-07:00

Because Nothing Beats A Ball.

Except for maybe a Broom.

It's Hard Out There For a Pimp

2007-03-21T21:24:00.000-07:00

There's Nothing Like that First Girl Scout Cookie.

2007-03-18T21:01:00.000-07:00

The Good Life

2007-03-14T20:49:00.000-07:00

There's nothing better than being outside with a cold beverage.

Except, of course, being outside and standing on your head.

It's Just So Sad That He Doesn't Have Any Toys.

2007-03-10T20:46:00.000-08:00

Jello.

2007-03-06T20:42:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday Nana!

2007-03-04T20:41:00.000-08:00

17.

2007-02-26T19:12:00.000-08:00

Happy 17 months in the world baby boy.

And oh how you love to explore this big world around you.

Everything is interesting to you.
Lint is interesting.
Coffee cups, fascinating.
Jello, amazing.
The door in your room, pretty much the coolest thing ever.
And Blackberrys, don't even get me started.You are your father's son.
If it's electronic, you must have it.
Or else.

You also loooooovvveee music.
At school, they can't keep you away from the bells and the drums.
Your little fake iPod that plays 20 nursery rhyme songs sung by offkey British kids, is your favorite toy in all the land. In fact, you sleep with it. Just in case you need to jam in the middle of the night.
And you are into everything.
You love to climb up on chairs, tables, anything you can hoist yourself up on, actually.
You officially run faster than me.
And you'd rather be outside than any place on earth. Kicking the soccer ball on the patio, swinging and sliding at the park, or just walking down the sidewalk on our street. Anything. If it's outside, it's your favorite. And that includes the dogs next door. You're a little bit obsessed with them right now, and you love to watch them out the living room window. Everytime you're anywhere near the window you start making your version of the "woof woof" sound. It's pretty cute.And speaking of sounds, you're slowly but surely starting to make them. You're not a big talker, but you really like to say "Abra" ('open' in Espanol), "Yeah", "Dada", "Gracias", "Ball", "Bird" and "Taaadaa!"
(Taaadaa is what you say when you balance something on your head). You do this a lot.
You are hilarious and sweet and wonderful and loved.

Happy 17-month birthday, Niño Harry.

Happy Valentines Day!

2007-02-14T07:38:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentines Day from the Mayes boys (and me!)

Valetines Morning 2006

Valentines Morning 2007

Happy heart-shaped pancakes from our house to yours!

We Heart Parties

2007-02-14T06:22:00.000-08:00

The night before Valentines, we're on our way to the St. Paul's Duckling Class "Daddy and Me" Valentines Party.

And oh my gosh, we're excited.

Once we arrive at the party, Harry and James are forced, against their will, by the teachers to make a Valentines card. James sticks hearts on the card, Harry takes them off and sticks them on his face. Or on the floor. Or in his mouth. Or on the floor and then in his mouth.
We didn't make it home with the card, so I'm not exactly sure how it turned out. But I'm positive it was lovely.

On a related note, we got a note from school yesterday that Lilly kept kissing Harry during snack time.
(Harry's first kiss: 2/13/7)This is Lilly. She's a total babe.

Ladies Love Cool Jameses
The "Daddy and Me" Valentines bash was a huge hit.

Afterwards, we went to dinner.
And, for seemingly no reason,
Harry threw up.

Maybe it was the kiss.(This photo was taken moments before he threw up.
Believe it or not, that's cornbread and chicken, not vomit.)

(Then again, maybe it wasn't the kiss.)