Did I forget to tell you?

Foxtrot is 1 year old. Yip Yip! I can't believe that a whole year has gone by since the last time I washed the windows. (Yes, my water broke while I was washing windows.) We can still see through them despite the last 6 months of rain we have been having in the northwest. But for Foxtrot's birthday, the sun came out, the temperatures rose above 55, and we all walked bare footed in the grass. A year ago Papa Foxtrot and Mama Foxtrot we just Alpha Foxtrot and Charlie Foxtrot. Now, neither of us can imagine a life without our little boy. <insert sappy stuff>

So. . . We threw a party to celebrate . . . .

Complete with a Balloon banner. . ..

and wheelbarrow rides.

We had Good Good Good Food and meat from Here. . . 

A delicious and easy cake that I made 4 times that week . . .

We sang Happy Birthday . . .

And shared cake.

I made Foxtrot a sweet party hat (not on the day of the party . . . but)

Foxtrot requested more cake. . .

And he got it  . . .

"Mama and Papa have no idea what they are in for."

Along with everything that stuck to it.

Such a lovely day. You've come a long way baby!

Misssed all the Spring Baby Birthdays . . . Yikes!

With summer solstice less than a week away I find myself wondering what happened to spring? Foxtrot has many relatives with birthdays in the spring. Like ...

Sister Stone

Brother Stone

Jagie

Uncle Roscoe

Auntie T-Bone (tomorrow!)

AND

Papa Foxtrot

Mama and Papa Foxtrot stayed away from Foxtrot for a whole night. We hit the town with some friends,  danced until they closed down the bars,  and found a sweet little park across the street from the hotel. We drank a few more with the resident raccoons. It was absolutely fabulous. The hotel was darling. No television or real locks on the doors, that actually looked to be old offices of sorts. A shared bathroom on each floor. The woman's bathroom had a large claw foot tub. And yes, the hotel address was 605 and a half. We should have been swing dancing during the first great depression in cherry tobacco filled bars. It was very romantic.

We also drank a few beers in the long front staircase up to the hotel. It was shiny and bright and had the perfect feel for some late night conversation.

Oh, how nice it was, to be just two, for just a short while.

We could never stay away too long from this little monster.

Happy Birthday Spring Babes!

Long over due. . .

As father's day sneaks up on Foxtrot and I, I thought I would take a moment to show off my amazing mother's day gift from Papa Foxtrot. Mother's Day? Are you serious? That was a month ago. I know I know. But I told this chick that I would post a photo, and I never did. Between working here, taking a neuroanatomy final from last year, sunny weather in the northwest, gardening, and planning a birthday party for Foxtrot, blogging has taken a back seat. But I do have oh so much I want to share, so don't hold your breath, but Footloose foxtrot might be back up and running. So without further ado. . . here is a photo of my AMAZING mother's day gift.

There is our little 11 month old. . . But. . .

Wait for it. . . What is it?

Ahh. . . . It is an awesome magnetized chalk board. Papa Foxtrot (with help from Ranger Ricky, since Papa broke his hand playing Frisbee) took doors off a side by side refrigerator, spray painted them with chalk paint, and mounted them to our pony wall. Now Foxtrot and I have an art space right in the living room. It is super cool. I am sure Martha wants him on her show. 

And I thought these super cute hand made mother's day cards for Lainie and Granimal were sweet.  Papa's gift goes above and beyond!

A perfect mother's day, although most of it was at work. I am so thankful to my little Foxtrot family. I am a lucky Mama.

For Real, What has Foxtrot been up to?

Okay, like all new things that begin around the new year, my blog excitement is dwindling. Or maybe it has to do with all of the new projects I have put on my plate. Still I want to share with my readers, all 5 of you, what the little man has been up to. How about we go on a photo journey . . .

He visited with the Garden Girls.

Mama Foxtrot showed some of the crafts.

He broke his first tooth and wasn't feeling too well.

He got older.

Mama, Papa, and Foxtrot Foxtrot play in the sun.

Granimal showed him the sandbar.

Papa Foxtrot basks in Foxtrot Foxtrot's light.

He found the puddle.

He played on the sandbar, again, naked.

 And he had an easter egg hunt.

April has been shaping up pretty nicely.

I've even planted some veggies.

Do you miss his face?

How about a new photo of Foxtrot?

What do you think he is thinking? 

Spring Break on Vaca Negra Farm

 Papa Foxtrot and Granimal have spring break this week and so there is a lot of activity on the Vaca Negra Farm. The rain clouds have parted for a few days and that means the garden is getting planted. Foxtrot is a great garden buddy. This week he inherited some of Papa Foxtrot's old toy trucks and has been having a blast running them through the newly turned soil.

And after all the fun Foxtrot had in the garden the mail lady came with Foxtrot's new ride. Papa Foxtrot and I debated over the best type of carrier to go with and he and I decided that this Yepp Mini Front Bicycle Child Carrier would give him quite the ride.  We figured if the Dutch are doing it this way, then it must be safe. 

He wasn't all to crazy about the helmet or the seat. . . .

at first. Then he LOVED it.

He giggled the whole way around the yard and on our short bike trip to the river. I see more bike trips tomorrow.

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.