I have nothing to say about this one, but I thought the photo of Weston practicing Kung Fu was worthy of posting by itself.
Clearing Pipes
If weston gags on a bit of food he says, “Oops, I clogged.” I don’t know where it came from but I am going to start calling it the heimlich when I have to unchoke a toilet or sink…creates a good mental image, methinks.
Happy Father’s Day from Weston
Weston actually made this for his grandpa, but I stole it. It’s a dino.
Weston the Warrior
I don’t have a clue what to write for a caption on this one. Can anyone think of a good one?
I wanted to add fashion credits…like sandals by Cole Haan, shield by Farmland…the problem is I don’t know who made the paper towel roll and I don’t know what Weston thinks the stocking cap made by Grandma Great is. The helmet was his present from Norway, and the gloves are Claire’s.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Weston made this valentine for me. It’s a shark. He stuck it in my shoe.
Cracker Ballet
Julia went through a phase when she always wanted to watch the Nutcracker Ballet. Weston left off the first part and called it simply “Cracker Ballet.” Whenever you would try to correct him and say, “It’s Nutcracker Ballet,” Weston would reply, “It iiiiiiiiiis cracker ballet.” If you’d say, “It’s not cracker ballet. It’s nutcracker ballet,” he heard, “It’s not cracker ballet! It’s not cracker ballet!” and would again protest.
Weston’s Glamour Shots
“Hey Papa, that’s me laser gunning.” -Weston
P.S. – There are a few other laser-gunning images in the gallery.
Flying in Style
There was a little bit of confusion about one of the rows on our flight. There were three seats but only one boarding pass. The man with the one boarding pass finally had to explain that he had purchased the three seats for himself. Our flight didn’t have a first-class section, so this was one way to guarantee a comfortable flight…or so he must have thought. It was just his luck to pick the row in front of four screaming kids (There was another couple with a four-month-old in the same row). Luckily, we didn’t have the turbulence that made Claire toss her water on the girl sitting in front of her, as was the case flying to Utah, but I imagine we weren’t his ideal neighbors. The flight attendants didn’t dare ask how he enjoyed his flight, and he was not one of the many complimenting us on our well behaved children.
Weston: I’m two.
Friendly JetBlue guy: Really, you’re big for two.
Weston: Yeah, I’m a big boy. I eat all my dinner all gone and get strong muscles.
I married a hottie.
It was a little chilly and Weston was rubbing his hand on Claire’s sleeve which must have generated some heat because he said, “Mama, you’re hot.” Claire was flattered for a second or two and responded with an emphatic “Thank you!”
Let’s hope we never have a fire
Claire: How do we prepare for a fire?
Julia: Love.
Claire: But what do we DO if there is a fire?
Julia: Share.
Claire: That’s good, Julia. Those are both good instincts.
Weston: If there’s a fire, I will kill it with my SWORD!!!
Claire: Good, Weston. Those are…good…uh…protective instincts.