Rock and Ryker are still getting to know each other, and part of that process is letting Rock hold Ryker. I let Rock hold him whenever I'm tired, lazy and/or just want to sit on the couch and enjoy an ice cold A&W Root Beer. My theory is that the sooner Rock and Ryker can take care of each other, the sooner I can be golfing all the time.
Rock is more than willing to hold Ryker, because then he knows that he's going to be in the pictures. He's not a big fan of other people having their pictures taken in front of him.
He is even willing to to give Ryker loves and kisses to lull Mom and Dad into a false sense of security before he smacks him.
Poor Ryker, he doesn't even suspect that Rock is planning a sneak smack attack.
Well, maybe he's starting to get some kind of idea...
After living in Renton for over two months we've finally had enough consecutive sunshine to make it to the park and back, so we've turned Rock loose on the playgrounds. He plays hard, and since we are close to UW he replenishes himself after a workout with delicious chocolate milk.
DeA and Ryker like the park, too. Ryker is just bursting with excitement.
Eventually we had to tell Rock to go get in the car seat, but somehow he misunderstood and did something else with his seat.
Ryker likes coming home from the park because Rock usually crashes hard, and that means Ryker can lay fear-free on the couch.
"Uh oh, I think I heard tiny footsteps. Those footsteps are too small to be Mommy or Daddy...lay perfectly still and he won't find me."
Speaking of sleeping, Rock has been doing it better at night. He still wakes up before dawn and likes to roam free around the house, and sometimes he finds fun toys like the camera. He likes taking pictures of himself, since he is just so darn cute.
He looks tired, if only he'd sleep a little longer...
Or at least leave me out of the pictures.
No day is complete in the England household without some half naked time. Rock is proud of his body and likes to strut around the house like the cock of the walk (No Nick, that doesn't mean what you think it means...get your mind out of the gutter!).
Ryker likes half naked time too, but he feels ripped off that he can't strut around all awesome like.
Apparently lots of stuff goes on while I'm gone at work. Today Rock made a small tower in front of the dresser and looked for just the right outfit.
Finally he found it!!
He knew that he had something special, so he kept trying to see himself in the mirror. What's the point of looking awesome if you can't see yourself?
He did his best to put on a happy face, but you can see the jealousy raging inside.
Rock finally laid down the law and separated Bampa and Ryker, that made things better.
Rock was so happy to run around, he hardly had time to stop for a picture.
After Bampa left, lil' Ryker chilled on the couch and enjoyed himself some classic BYU football games that Dad has on the DVR. He likes to get into his best hitting position and pretend that he's the one laying the wood to the other players.
This is pretty much what it looks like in his head.
"Whoa...did you see that hit? Maybe I'm not ready for the field yet."
"Yeah, I'll just settle in here and suck my thumb a little longer, gaining strength. 
We had a rare moment where almost everyone was clean, so we took some pictures of DeA with the boys. 
Rock is happy, because Ryker isn't between he and Mommy.
Mama Rae, Bonnie, Rissa and Whit showed up for their Carrie Underwood concert, and rock was so excited that he took off running. Unfortunately, he wasn't wearing his PF Flyers and biffed it on the tile floor. He has a pretty awesome goose egg on his forehead now.
Ryker secretly laughed inside, and not so secretly outside.
