Fan Fest!!

One of the nice things about having uncle Nick around is that he sets up things like trips to Fan Fest at Safeco Field.  Rock got ready by playing JetPack on the iPad.  That's great practice for Fan Fest.

Ryker didn't get to go to Fan Fest, so he prepared by feeling left out.

"I know what's going on, and I'm not cool with it.  I'll pretend that I'm cool with it, but I'm not cool with it."

We woke up at like 6:30 AM! on Saturday and drove over to Seattle.  Rock was pretty excited to get out of the car and have a chance to run around.

One of the nice people gave him a tiny foam #1 finger.  It's funny because usually they are grotesquely oversize.

We got to go out on the field and play catch in the outfield.

Then we went and threw some pitches in the bullpen.  Rock was firing strikes like a machine.

He even brought some southpawed heat.

Then he went and sat on the bullpen bench to understand what goes on in the mind of a reliever.  Now he knows that they are pretty much just dinking around out there.

The next stop was the hitting tees.  He got to take some vicious swings and show up the other guys trying to hit.

Uncle Nick was under a lot of pressure to match Rock's power prowess, and Rock's catcalls didn't help.

Look at that textbook swing...poetry with a bat.

Even Papa Dale and Travis got in on the action.

The next fun thing was the home run obstacle course.  Rock dominated that with his home run obstacle course trot.

Rock was so thoroughly dominating everyone that he felt it was especially appropriate to tell everybody that he was #1!

Snow!!

Snow finally decided to grace us with its presence.  The boys were pretty excited and quickly went out to play in the street (we're not bad parents...).

 Rock tried his hand at sledless sledding.  It didn't go well.

 Ryker loved watching the snow fall and rocking his awesome hat.

 Someone told Rock that snowflakes were like cotton candy.  Thanks to his mythbusting techniques he now knows that that was a giant lie.

 Just chilling and rocking the sweet hat.

 "Whoa!  This stuff is pure!  You know what the street value of this stuff is?"

 And we're back to chilling and rocking the hat.

The boys tried to escape but were weighed down by their six pairs of pants and seven layers of shirts.

 "Bye Mommy!"

 After spending time outside the boys decided it was hot cocoa and painting time.  

 DeA had to make sure that they knew what they were supposed to drink and what they were supposed to color...she did well, Rock's green poop notwithstanding.

 Later they discovered that the arm rest cover thingies made perfect sized capes.  So, they were Superman for the rest of the day.

 Cute little Supermen. 

 Mommy told them that she needed to go to the bathroom.  The boys soon realized that she was probably just hiding out and enjoying the privacy and quiet, so Rock taught Ryker how to unlock the door with a shoelace.  DeA is SOOOO excited that they know how to do that.

Visitors!!

Our friends the Barrientos came to visit this past weekend.  We met while at Palmer in Iowa, and they just moved to Selah.  The boys loved to play with their little baby, Stella.  Rock was very helpful in putting pacifiers and other things into her mouth.  Almost too helpful.

The boys also did a good job of wrestling and holding her while on the couch.  Almost too good of a job.

We all went swimming on Saturday morning, the first day it really snowed all winter.  Ryker refused to put on his shirt because you don't wear a shirt swimming.  We finally got him to wear a sweatshirt, but he wasn't happy about it.

Rock loves the water and swam all over the pool with his orange muscles.  Luckily he wore himself out and slept like a baby all night.  Not one of our babies, but a baby that sleeps well through the night.  Like someone else's baby.

This is little Tony.  He liked the water too.

And here is little Shendel.  They dominated the pool.

Jorge and Tamara left Sunday morning so they could get back in time for church.  We got our boys ready and then they decided to get their own snacks ready.

They tried to cut cheese slices, but ended up making cheese slices.  They were still cool with it.

In other news, Rock is still being my workout buddy in the morning.  This morning he knocked out .28 miles, for realsies.  That's like a 5K with normal adult legs.

Ryker's Funny Face

Ryker recently broke out his new "funny face" that he gives to make people laugh.  The problem I have with it is that it looks just like his scary face, his sad face and his blue steel face.  The kid doesn't have a lot of range, but hopefully he'll learn it.

Busyness

We've been so busy lately that Rock is one tuckered-out little boy.  Look at him, all out of tucker.

DeA's cousin Heather sent us a bunch of girl's clothes for Pebbles.  Ryker helped her go through all the stuff and found some cool tights that doubled as gloves.

He used those gloves to tickle Rock, who happened to be puking his guts out.  He wasn't really in the mood for tickles.

DeA claimed that she didn't have enough hands to carry Rock's Woody hat, but the truth is she really likes wearing it.  

Since little Rock was sick we let him have a picnic before bed.  He tried to look excited, but you can tell by looking at his eyes that he wasn't feeling well. 

Saturday night he was still puking at fell asleep like this on our bed:

Then this is how he slept most of Saturday night.  He made me lay next to him for about three hours, so both of us were tired Sunday morning.

Ryker really liked having a sick and lethargic Rock on Sunday, because it allowed him more time alone with the toys.  He likes having competition-free time with his toys.

"Yah!  Toys!"

He also used his lethargic Rock-time to invent a new way to get dressed!

Luckily Rock's illness didn't last very long (unfortunately because he passed it on to Ryker, then Mommy then Daddy...).  By Tuesday morning he was up early and doing his P90X workout.  Checkout how *NSync he was with the video.