Rykersaurus Rock!

After a few lifetimes eons centuries years months weeks days of rain, the weather was finally clear enough to take the boys outside. We loaded them up in the strollers and went walking around our neighborhood. They were pretty surprised to find out that Seattle actually does employ a sun, it just seems that they can only afford to employ him on a part-time basis. Stupid cheapskates.
A nice family in our new ward invited us over to their house for dinner on Sunday. DeA made a veggie/fruit platter with some homemade ranch dip. Rock loved the ranch dip, but unfortunately he loved it the most with apples. Who eats apples with ranch?
He is such a good boy, and he loves to share. He kept holding it our and saying 'bite' until you finally pretend to take a bite.
So very, very gross.


While Rock was eating ranch apples, Ryker got to take a peaceful bath. Relaxing.
Before bed Rock asked me to take some glamor shots for his portfolio.
He loves posing for the camera. He gets that from watching his mommy.
He lined his choo-choo up on the couch and made me take pictures of it, too.
So...You probably thought that was the end of the train picture story, right? WRONG! The next morning Rock slid out of bed and disappeared for a few minutes. What was he doing during that time? A little bit of this:
And a little bit of train photography. I knew Rock was a ferroequinologist (thank you Psych for the vocab word!), but I didn't realize that he needed pics of them so early in the morning.

This is the last picture he took before I heard a little voice next to the bed saying "hand, hand" and trying to grab my still snoozing hand. Afterwards Rock and I had a little talk about how time of day relates to how adorable he is. Anything before 6:30 isn't adorable. Ever. Ever. Ever.