The Adventures of
David
Elizabeth
and Leif

SWEET POTATO PIE!!

Hmm, this looks like a new game with Mommy…

She sure looks cute in that sweater…why is Daddy standing behind her with the camera?

Oo, that looks like a fun toy, let me see if I can grab it…

Oh, perfect–she went right for my mouth, I was going to do that anyway…

Hmmm…

Wait a minute…

Wha…?

Evacuate, STAT!!!!!

Pant…gasp, pant…I, I think I’m…ok….

Heh, heh…Whew…good one, Mommy! Heh…

Oh…the blue stick…again?

Is this lady serious???

Ok, I’ll give it the old college try…

Erp…

Ack!

Mhmmf…

Klk!

Ewww…

Ha ha ha, what a funny one, Mommy!! (Glad that’s over; it’s good to humor her sometimes with her silly little games…)

Oh yeah, I’m a big boy.

Now I wonder how much of this stuff I can spit out onto my white pants…

• Live on the first floor, but used to live on the fourth floor when they had small babies.
• Somehow always converge upon you at the front door when you are about to walk two big pully dogs and one fussy baby in a stroller.
• Insist on taking the baby while you allow the dogs to do their bidness.
• Insist on keeping the stroller in their first floor apartment until the baby goes to bed for the night, when you can come back down to claim it.
• When you then come back down to claim it, insist on keeping the stroller until you need it the next day (followed by a helpful enactment on how to ring the doorbell in the morning…).
• Insist that at the next shareholder’s meeting they will insist on clearing out the janitor’s closet on the ground floor for the two mothers-with-babies-who-live-on-the-fourth-and-fifth(!)-floors to store their strollers.

At the close of this interaction, I was so grateful that I felt like kissing them. And then…I did kiss them because I figured, hey–they’re Latinas!

Why do I insist on blogging about these wonderful Latinas? I suppose it’s because the daily act of lugging the stroller and baby up to the fourth floor is more profound than I let on (I think most days I practice some form of denial for the first few floors). But dudes, you should see my biceps!

Anyway, thank God for bossy Latinas.

Julio Iglesias

Falling for Daddy…

Playing by the Lake…

Reaching for the Camera…

Reaching for the Cat…

Rockin’ Out…

Hangin’ Out…

Crackin’ Up…

Naptime Body Art…

(And this one’s just cute…)