Basketball

On the edge of March Madness we had the chance to take in a game at our local university. 

Happy Wednesday

the hill

Bejos boy loves to accompany me to the Country Store for any and every errand we run there. He gears up with his helmet and bike, anxious to go down the hill. It's not a huge hill, but it still makes me nervous every time.

I have this fear that I will film an adventure ride like this one day that involves a head over handlebars incident. It is bound to happen, whether I film it or not, but please, please not on my watch. His real desire is the other hill, that huge hill to the left. One time, when I was feeling a bit more adventurous, he and I stood atop the hill but then both chickened out. The view from the top was a much steeper angle than both of us had first thought.

On writing: motorcycles

February 28, 2014

He's falling in the water with his motorcycle. He went over the log. 

Pretty straight forward. My favorite part is the picture. Check out the shoes on this rugged outdoorsman who jumps logs and rides dangerously close to bodies of water. 

Puddle parade, 2014

Our lives seem to go in seasonal cycles. It's that time of year when we head to this particular road, dressed for mud and puddles, and stomp around. Last year I looked like this

This year we have added a stroller and a pair of binoculars. You never know what you might spy. 

Eleven Months

Oh this littlest Bejos. 
In just the last month a certain spark of personality has started to show itself and oh my, oh my, I think we are in for it. Stubborn, mischievous, and determined are just a few words that come to mind. He has begun to pull himself up to a kneeling, sometimes standing position, completely circumventing the whole typical crawling thing. He is partial to his army crawl and pretty darn fast.

Unlike his brother, this littlest one is into EVERYTHING. Loves opening and closing drawers, pulling things out and putting things into the toy baskets, knocking over building block structures that the biggest one has constructed, and demanding things that his brother has. All this he does with the cutest smile and twinkling eyes that are just so him.

Baby Bejos has begun waving and possibly, just maybe, blowing kisses and shooting baskets if you can believe the proclamations of his proud proud parents. He'll eat beans (AMEN!), cheese, Cheerios, peppers, pancakes, and sometimes pasta, but is still a little guy according to the weight charts.

I'm not ready for a 1 year old so I'm hoping that this last month doesn't pass by too quickly. I already miss the days of snuggling with my newborn and am very, very sad to have these days of infancy slip through my fingers.

Off roading

Mud. Boys. Magnets.