With much excitement Henry donned his Kansas City Royal cap and joined his t-ball team on the field. There opponents were the dreaded Marlins.
Rumor had it they had a 6 year old on their team. Can you believe it? The nerve…
On the day I came back from Japan in December the stars aligned and many things happened. First, Emma’s class performed The Ginger Bread Man. Second, we saw Emma’s first piano recital.
Our little Henry Owen turned four last week. It doesn’t seem all that long ago that he was as tiny as one of Emma’s dolls and now he’s playing with Transformers, recognizes “Dark Vader” and loves running with a football. Continue reading
We are no strangers to Tanaka Farms in Irvine. We’ve been for there for strawberry season, watermelon season and now we can add the fall pumpkin patch to our list. I took the day off work to go with Henry and his preschool class. Continue reading
Henry turned three in December and put a check mark next to one of the required rites of passage for children: getting a first bicycle. We gave it to him on his actual birthday and let him tool around for a bit ahead of his party on the weekend. Continue reading
If there are two things Henry love they are cars and tractors. He was in luck, then, on this last visit to the farm where he was able to ride both on Granpa’s tractor and do a little digging on the backhoe. Continue reading
Here’s a little bit of what happens when you let your three year old play a little too much Guitar Hero with you…
Shout the devil! from Todd Northcutt on Vimeo.
It doesn’t seem like that long ago that we brought Henry home from the hospital, premature and frighteningly small. Today he turns two and is a happy and well-rounded child. Happy birthday, my boy! Continue reading
Henry was in a whiny mood the other week, pitching fits whenever he didn’t get his way. After a few of these episodes in one day I’d had enough. So, as he screamed and cried, I calmly sat right in front of him and captured the moment on “film.” Continue reading
My dad, AKA Grandpaw, was in town just after Christmas on business. Despite being over 50 miles away in glorious Rancho Cucamonga he struggled through LA traffic to meet his second grandchild. (Well, Riverside traffic, anyway, which can be worse.)