Random Acts of Cuteness

Rock is a big fan of his exersaucer, especially when Rock touches the toys with his sticky fingers.
Rock has been doing his cardio in the living room, and Ryker likes being in the middle of Rock's running track.
And Rock runs, and he runs so far away...and he runs, and he runs so far away.

Prefontaine has nothing on this guy.
Ryker loves reading practice reports about his Cougars. He's pretty excited to finally see a game in person where his view isn't obstructed by Mommy's uterus and abdominal muscles.

"Go Cougars!!"

DeA was pretty super stoked that she found a gajillion bottles of baby food for something like $.07.
Ryker is still filling out his swing. It's starting to mold around his ample body.
I was unwinding with some quality Sony time when Rock and Ryker demanded a chance to play. I finally gave in, and the boys took over my team for me.

"Uh, no Daddy, we didn't give up the lead...why are you asking?"

"Rock's lying...he gave up a 97 yard touchdown on the last play because he got cocky and called a goalline defense against a spread shotgun. I told him not to, but he never listens to me."
I tried to get a picture of the boys; this is the best we could do.
The highlight of Rock's week was going to the airport to pick up Mama Rae and Papa Dale. He had to take his Mickey Mouse suitcase and helmet, just in case he happened to need them.
It was really fun to go through all the loot and then decide which items were going to make it past him and on to the girls.

Rock likes to help Ryker out and teach him the ropes.

Rock hitched a ride over to Gma and Gpa's house. The weather was perfect, so he spent quality time down at the lake. The Stutzman's had two dogs that wanted to chase a tennis ball, and so Rock helped them out.

Ryker and Whit decided to pose for a picture after getting ready to go out on the town.

Saturday night Nick, Rissa and Whit decided to play Rock Band. Rock felt that he was destined to dominate the game, so he rocked the drums.He was pretty good at laying a wicked beat.

Ryker took a turn too, but didn't understand why Rock has a game but he doesn't.
After a few practice songs they decided to go all rock concert on the house.

Rock and Ryker: Unkut, Unedited

Rock loves this not-annoying-at-all show on the Disney Channel called "Choo-Choo Soul". He has been trying to learn the dance moves from the program, kind of like Napoleon Dynamite tried to learn from D'Qwon.

Ryker likes to eat. Rock likes to put stuff in Ryker's mouth. No problems here, right?

The Kids

We've given up on potty training Rock, instead we've relegated him to the puppy treatment. DeA doesn't like shovel duty, but it is a mother's dooty.
Mama Rae, Whit and Rissa returned from their trip to Disneyworld and brought the boys lots of goodies.
The boys loved their goodies, and the attention from their visitors.
Ryker is still chubby.
One of the cool pieces of loot was this Toy Story hat.
Rock didn't like it when I tried it on, so he stole it for himself.
Ryker wanted his turn with the hat, so Mommy stole it from Rock. That made Ryker happy.
This week we were invited to a BBQ down by Lake Washington. We thought it would be a good opportunity to cure Rock of his recent hydrophobia.
He didn't want to put his foot in the water, so we took him on the Hilton's boat. That didn't go over very well either. He screamed like Mr. Sissy Pants the whole time, and he wasn't even in the water.
Eventually he screamed all his screams out and just sat and said "bye bye car home" over and over. If only we knew what that cryptic message meant.
Lil' Ryker really enjoyed the boat ride and thanked Brother Hilton by letting him hold him without crying. That's the best gift that Ryker can give.
DeA was a good wifey and took a portrait of the VMAC where the Seahawks practice. They weren't practicing at the moment, but you can imagine what it would be like if they were.
We let Ryker sit and enjoy the lake and the sunset. Sometimes he seems bigger than life.
He's a patriotic guy, and wanted a shot with the flag. Artistic.

With the time to just sit and enjoy nature, Ryker was able to discover some things about himself. One of the biggest things was his tummy. He's not sure how he never noticed it before, since it's kind of big, but he's glad he's found it now.
Suddenly he got this feeling inside that told him that his quiet time was about to end.

Picnics!!

Rock loves to eat in the living room, but he knows that he isn't allowed to unless there is a blanket on the floor...so after we give him his food he starts for the living room and says "danket" and waits for us to lay one down. Usually we don't let him have living room picnics, but the other night was quesadilla night, and so it just seemed right, you know, that kind of night, what? You want to fight? I think I might. Go check your sight...okay, I'm done now.

Ryker is so used to eating under a blanket that he isn't sure how this is going to work.
"Mommy, isn't a quesadilla just a Mexican grilled cheese sandwich? Why don't they call it a Mexi grill or something?"
"I don't know Rock, but who do you think would win in a fight between a grilled cheese and a taco?"
Over the weekend we went and had a more legit picnic experience at Tukwilla's Movie in the Park. We drove all the way to Tukwilla because it was playing Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs while the one closer to our house was playing something less appropriate. Rock found out that he loves Teddy Grahams. Loves them.
Loves them. Loves them.
Well, on our way home from the park we could see the close park from the free-way. Guess what movie they ended up playing--- Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. We had fun in Tukwilla looking for a reputable grocery store without a Guido guarding the door. Well, the next morning Rock woke up and discovered that the 'danket' was still on the floor, so he had a breakfast picnic. He also grabbed my phone and started changing the ringtones to Handy Manny sounds.
He even tried to feed the picture of himself and Ryker a bite of Cheerios. My phone wasn't thrilled.
This technically wasn't a picnic, but it was on a blanket and so it counts. In the attempt to liberate DeA from the constant nursing that Ryker wants, we introduced him to a bottle. He was a fan.
Rock was jealous that he didn't get the bottle, but the idea of shoving something in Ryker's mouth and not getting in trouble intrigued him.
Ryker was hesitant, not wanting to set a precedent that could open the door to some bad things...
Well, things seemed to work and nobody cried.
Rock was good and didn't shove the nipple too deep into Ryker's mouth.
To reward himself for being a good brother he hunted down a treat of his own.
Well, we think everything was fine, but the boys aren't so sure.