Pop Pops

A lot happened this week. 

Foxtrot threw the hammer down.

Papa Foxtrot started working on some new techniques. 

(This is only a small piece of the painting.)

Foxtrot got his first bloody nose.

Pop Pops came to play.

Foxtrot learned all about cowboys at a toddler cowboy party.

(Outfitted by Aunt Peter.)

Pop Pops and Foxtrot bonded.

Three generations of Foxtrots walked hand in hand.

And I woke up next to this guy, who when I went to sleep had a full beard.

And then later he looked like this.

(He finished the haircut and now looks young and handsome.)

It's April already. Must get some seeds in the ground. It's a good thing Foxtrot loves the dirt. 

Rose Buds

I know that many readers (all 6 of you) have been wondering where Foxtrot has gone. It has been a long two weeks without any posts. Have no fear. All is well. We had a house guest.

Who? Who?

Aunt Peter. My college roommate from the big state of New York came to visit this week. It was wonderful. The snow melted and the clouds cleared and we all got out of the house and did some local tourist activities. Aunt Peter had not yet met Foxtrot and I could tell that she enjoyed every minute with the little bugger. (Except maybe the night he decided to wake up at midnight and scream for an hour.) We were sad to see her go. But she promised to return soon. And maybe a trip to her summer home in Myrtle Beach, SC might be in order.

Foxtrot also had his nine month check up this week. He weights in at 19 pounds 5 ounces, 27 and 1/8
inches long, and 18 centimeters around the brain. He is a healthy baby. Still no teeth.

And with all the catching up that Aunt Peter and I had to do, Papa Foxtrot got some much needed alone time.