Quick Pics: Baby’s First Flag-Flying Fourth

I hope everyone had a delightful holiday! We didn’t do much – just enjoyed the random middle of the week day off and tried to keep the dog from losing her damn mind at the sound of each firework (we have thus far not been successful in this venture; please send dog treats and sympathy).

Despite our lack of actual Independence Day festivities in which to participate, I of course needed to document the baby’s first 4th of July…so I risked his eyeballs to take these photos (that thing is not so much a “flag” as it is a “sharp wooden stake with a scrap of flag-themed fabric attached”):

Good news, Obama – he proved himself to be a worthy patriot, chasing down that deathtrap of a flag as soon as I removed it from his grasp:

Never mind, he just wanted to eat it.

Happy 4th of July!

Quick Pics: Boys Like Trucks?!

Let me preface this by explaining that I’m new to this whole “boy” thing. I come from a family of 6 girls (no boys allowed!) and the majority of my younger cousins are girls, too. I grew up with Barbie and Polly Pocket, not…whatever the hell boys play with.

I recently dug out a bunch of toys my sister passed along from her kids and started entering them into Bubba’s rotation. Among said toys was an assortment of plastic trucks. They don’t do anything special – no flashing lights, no songs – but to my surprise, they immediately became some of Ry’s favorites.

Excited that my son showed a clear preference towards something (is there anything cooler than witnessing the development of a personality?!), I hollered out to the hubbins:

“Babe! He really likes these trucks!!!”

To which he responded – complete with condescending eye roll – “He’s a BOY.”

Noted.