Look, Ma, No Hands!

Some lucky little boy capitalized on REI's weekend sale and scored himself an iBert front-riding, neon green, steering-wheel-having bike seat.  Maceo took Nick out for a ride in his new seat. 

Nick will use the seat to take Maceo to and from daycare in the summer, logging major victories in the eco-friendly habits war and trying to compensate for the fact that we don't own a Prius.  We'll also use the new seat for lots of family trips to the new neighborhood pool we joined for the summer. 

As you can see, someone liked it.  A lot.

Was that fun for you, Poppa?

Look, Ma, no hands!

Weeeeeeeeee!

 

The boys

Monsieur Frankenstein, I presume

 Maceo is now 13 months old and based on some semantics, I can't, with a clear conscience, say he's walking.  Is he practicing his Frankenstein impression on a semi-frequent basis? Why, yes, yes he is.  Will at some point he morph from the monster into the (walking) maniac and will I, at that point, regret wishing for a little more walking these days?  Yes, yes I will.  So be it.  Until that point in time, we bring you:  Monsieur Maceo Frankenstein, defiant 13 month old who refuses to walk on command, loves to ignore his mother, and  who likes to have his defiance filmed for the world to witness.    Can you see him ignoring me?  It hurts, it hurts so much....

Chillin' by the pool

This past Sunday, we were invited by Abby (14 months old), and of course, her keepers and our friends Bridget and Jason, to come play in her inflatable pool complete with an inflatable slide!  Abby had Maceo at "inflatable."  Maceo came, he saw, and he owned that inflatable slide.  We present you with the evidence.