Fish Fry

Not exactly sure how to make it go... Sweet Emma (and Taylor)!

Cole helping me put on my lip gloss.

Eating in the shady area of the cul-de-sac.

Taking the train for a spin.

Cole and Vincent raking the driveway???

My sweet, big, big boy!

Tim and Tricia...official fish fryers!

The fun is about to begin!

So we don't live in a "normal" neighborhood...we actually hang-out quite often in the cul-de-sac...we eat, drink, eat some more, drink a lot more, and watch the kids (and often adults) play.

It is a fun way to live! Tonight the Moore's organized a Fish Fry...everything was yummy and the night ended with the Kona Ice Truck making a stop - courtesy of Robert's phone :)

I'm A Big Boy Now!!!

We have been trying to put away the highchair and let Cole use the little table we bought for eating (and doing other things like art, puzzles, etc). I have decided containment is not really a bad idea. He now tends to wander around. I have found blueberries squished between my toes because he runs to his toys or the TV in between bites. Oh well, practice makes perfect. It is super funny to look over at him sitting at his table...then, and only then...he seems so small!