Vacation
So, we're on va-cay finally. I have time to sit down and link to the ... thousand or so photos that we've collected.
Troy - all those times Anna gave you crap about not posting pictures or updating? Yeah? Screw her.
Warning: so many pictures.
Fourth of July at Northern Neck, followed by more Fourth of July at Northern Neck. He's on a boat, you see.
Surprise, more pictures of Owen in the best child toy ever created.
A Cuchara weekend. And more from Cuchara.
And one for posterity:
Seventeen Months
I'm also throwing in the following picture because I think it is hilarious.
Owen has learned to open cabinets and drawers. All kids do it, I know. But he found one thing in the pantry he particularly liked and decided to carry it and his favorite stuffed animal around for a while:
Pancake syrup!
Xbox Adventure

Owen is completely mobile now, which isn't news.
I have an "entertainment center" in my office that is ripe with things that toddlers crave. It's like a symphony of toys of the size he can swallow, flashing lights, buttons, keyboard, mouse, cables, and exposed power strips. It's also a poster-worthy example of where a kid should not be.
Most days, if unattended, OVL will make a bee-line into my office and start pushing buttons, moving toys, changing all the settings on my audio receiver, hiding my mouse, and pulling books off the shelves. He turns power strips on and off at will, because he likes that when he presses the button, something happens. He also learned that mashing the big button in the center of the Xbox controller will make the Xbox itself light up.
Basically, this is his utopia.
The problem with all this is that when most evenings when he is asleep, after dinner and some "quality time" with the missus, I like to go upstairs into my study and play Xbox.
This is no longer a simple task. It used to be that I'd just sit in my chair, grab a controller, and start to play. Now, any of the following things must be added to the pre-Xbox task list:
- Finding the remote controls to turn on the TV. I actually find myself doing this less and just using the physical buttons on the devices, unless:
- Restore color/audio/channel settings to the TV. He likes to press buttons, as indicated, and every time you press a button on the remote control, it lights up. This is feedback that he loves. Once he gave me a custom picture setting where colors were more or less inverted.
- Locate the xbox controller(s). They exist on a charging cradle that is now within his reach, and while usually they are "somewhere upstairs" relatively close to my study, there have been a few times when I've found the controller somewhere awesome like the (empty) bathtub.
- Turn power back on to the power strips.
- Figure out why nothing works. This can be just because he's changed the input on my receiver, but usually it's because he's pressed every single button reachable on all devices that sit on my shelves.
- I have a headset I wear for audio when playing Xbox. It's a wired 5.1 headset, with a wire that reaches across the floor from the Xbox to my chair. It has buttons on it, and blue lights that flash when they are pressed. Usually this is a matter of reattaching the cables, because he's tripped on the cord. Sometimes, I have to figure out what combinations of buttons he pushed to make it not work.
- Also on the headset is a little volume control where I can change the levels of each 5.1 channel. This is done by using lit buttons that also do something when they are pushed. I often sit down to play Xbox, pull on the headset, and then get hit by the equivalent of an aircraft taking off. I spend the next half-hour deaf.
And all of it? Still extremely entertaining. I suppose at some point it'll get frustrating, but then I can just close the doors, which will work until he learns how to open doors.
Organized Crime
My goggle phone lets me upload videos directly to youtube. It also claims I should be able to upload videos directly to wordpress, but I have yet to see that work. This is an experiment.
Get Learnin’ On Pickin’
We are still members of our farm. Last week we got a bunch of turnips, some garlic, and some peas.
One of the opportunities we've had available to us as members is the ability to go pick fresh asparagus and strawberries. We've never done it, because in our heads it was just too far to drive, and possibly wasn't worth the effort. This year we wanted to do it because we thought it'd be a fun activity for us and the wee man. We weren't wrong - but we weren't entirely right.
Google Maps puts it at roughly an hour and a half a way. I think that those directions are based on the fact that a lot of the roads to the farm weren't paved. Well, now they are - we got there in little over an hour, which required us to take various county roads that traveled in straight cardinal directions.
You see those nice clean rows of veggies behind Owen? Our strawberries weren't there - they were in a weed-filled field. And by weeds I mean undesirable plants that you could smoke if you were really inclined to.
There were tons of berries in there, but the rows were hard to discern, and there was a lot of weeds to fight. We ended up with a pretty good haul, but only made it halfway through our row before Owen decided he was done stumbling over weeds. He was a good sport and made it quite a ways and impressed many of our fellow pickers - but any strawberries he picked did not make it into our box, so he wasn't very helpful - the moocher. They all went directly into the mouth:
I think we're going to keep doing this annually. It's pretty fun, and I think it may be somewhat valuable to teach the kids that strawberries don't actually come from plastic clamshells at the grocery store. We're far away from that lesson, but it probably won't hurt to start early. He wasn't bothered by bugs or weeds or scratchy plants - which was really cool to see.
The farm also takes volunteers to do farm work - this is something else I'd like our family to be a part of in the future. Again, it'd be neat to have the kids associate that food comes from somewhere and is a lot of work.
The whole album from the pickin' experience can be viewed by clicking on our bounty below:
The Importance of Two-Fisting
It's important to watch TV with all applicable remotes handy.
Father’s Day Present
Anna got Owen and I matching-ish shirts. They are Colorado Rockies Dresses with the number two on them (for the player, not the act). Owen's says, well - you can see. Mine says Daddy.
You can imagine how big my dress is.
This one, it goes to fifteen
Fifteen months. Crazy.
At first we went to start taking pictures, and it was like this:
And then we went outside to take pictures and it was like this:
And then eventually we were able to make it stop with this:
The 14th Month
Things I should've posted but haven't:
Pants aren't allowed in my house. Take heed.