The big news is that Ray has accepted a new job! He starts in a couple of weeks and we are both excited about the change. The firm he is joining does more high-voltage work, which is of interest to him and means nothing to me. Much to his chagrin his first project will be... the Niners new stadium. (In case you missed it, Ray is a die-hard Raiders fan - the Niners' bitter rival...) Perhaps this will just be a practice round for when he gets to design for a new Raiders stadium someday (if they ever get their own stadium, that is).
Little Things
We had a great weekend last weekend with no major plans. During the summer it seems we spend so many (great!) weekends out of town and busy doing things that the lazy days of summer don't feel very lazy. Last weekend we stayed close to home: we had a midwife appointment (and Ray made us all crepes - our new appointment tradition!); we went to visit Uncie and Patti and meet baby Logan (she was precious! And I was taking mental notes to remind myself of what life is like with a newborn), we brought Roscoe to church (I think he thought it was his own personal people-watching extravaganza with a dance-able soundtrack - i.e. he loved it); we went for a hike on Water Dog trail and had a picnic by the water (this mostly involved Ray chasing and catching Roscoe before he propelled himself off of the dock while the pregnant lady sat and ate. And ate); we took a bike ride to the park for Roscoe to play (Ray says I am starting to ride like a fat man with knees out to accommodate the growing belly) AND Roscoe went poopoo on the potty (!!!) I am pretty sure this was a fluke because we are not really potty training. He knows what peepee and poopoo are and he likes to sit on the potty and check out the new view. Generally, though, he hangs out on the pot for 5 minutes, says he is "all done" and then pees on the floor. You can imagine my absolute shock when he was having a snack and told me "poopoo" (with accompanying poopie face) and I acted like the most fun thing ever would be to go sit on the potty. He came, he sat, he pooped. I have rarely been prouder as a mama. I mean, the sheer intelligence it takes to put that all together awes me! (I know this is a normal progression, but when it is your kid, it is pretty impressive to watch their brain just develop so quickly). A wonderful and victorious weekend overall.
Lazy morning with Dada (complete with coffee/milk):
Roscoe loves to gather rocks from the backyard, but he got a little carried away the other day:
Maybe he wised up after pushing off the table and falling backwards. Breakfast can be a dangerous task:
Eggs and Big Muscles (yeah, I still haven't figured out how to turn the camcorder...):
Roscoe Sure Does Love His Pups:
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