Hi Folks,
I hope you have a broadband internet connection, because we have some major catching up to do. It's mostly going to be pictures and captions, but I bet you knew that already. I believe this is where we left off:
He is a pretty happy boy. And a sharp dresser.
People seem to worry a lot about how Truman and Topher get along. I'm happy to report that they have been good friends from the start.
I just wish I knew what the joke was that Topher apparently just cracked.
What neither of them have been from the start, however, are good sleepers, so this picture is what Megan and I figure Paradise looks like.
The couch is Topher's preferred sleeping area, as evidenced by the drool marks. Don't worry, we only let Truman sleep there for photo ops. We'll do anything for a photo op.
Truman has been a barrel of laughs. It takes almost zero effort to get him laughing.
Getting a snort out of him is a rare treat, though. The kind of thing that parents live for.
Truman has been hard at work since we last blogged. Here he is practicing "I'm a Little Teapot":
I may be biased as his father, but I think that he totally nailed that handle.
But he mostly spends his time just being darn cute.
His mother is an excellent teacher of such things.
We took a trip to Utah since we last blogged and had a great time.
We had a few panic attacks due to the lack of trees, but otherwise things went fine.
This smile brought to you by buckets and buckets of sand.
It was a good time for the boys. Megan and I had fun, too. Megan ran a 5K. She is amazing!
I know we caught Megan in a little bit of a weird pose here, but there are way weirder people in this picture. Seriously... just look around.
And I had sweets for the first time in over a year and a half.
This smile brought to you by the BYU Creamery (UConn's dairy bar can't hold a candle to it).
In other news:
-Topher is potty trained.
Which we think is pretty super.
-Truman is chubby.
But super happy about it.
-Topher had a horrific accident and lost both an eye and a hand.
That's a joke, guys. Don't call about it.
-Truman is eating solid foods.
"Eating," as always, being used in the loosest sense.
-And Topher learned the joy of Root Beer floats.
Joy not actually pictured.
So that is that.
Thanks for stopping by!
Before you go, though, we had a few more features. I just think this is cool:
Here is Truman with Truman O. Angell, chief architect of the Salt Lake Temple:
Better keep working on that mustache, Truman.
And with my Grandpa, from whom he got his middle name, Robert:
As I was reviewing pictures since our last post, I found a striking number of pictures of Topher with creepy people in suits (and one plastic clown). I thought I'd share them:
You know, on second thought, maybe I don't want an egg.
This one doesn't have Topher in it:
Because when I tried to get a picture with Topher and Darth Vader, he freaked out. Imagine this picture:
Times 1000. Topher just needed to get away, so he and I walked over to McDonalds, where we found...
I'm happy to report that Topher has finally developed a sense of Stranger Danger.
Finally, Chester the Cheetah showed up for a 5 mile race that Megan just ran (I told you she was amazing).
Topher actually thought he was Baby Jaguar from Go, Diego, Go! but still wouldn't get closer.
And last, but not least, we have two additions to critter country:
First, a yellow spotted Salamander we dug up while weeding our garden.
And a woodchuck that tried to bite me when I got too close (I had a video of it, but Topher accidentally deleted it).
And now we're done for real. See you in 4 months!
