Cinco de Mustache, among other things

No, not Cinco de Mayo. Cinco de Mustache. Around here the guys grow mustaches for May 5th. We had a little Mexi-party to celebrate. (I think there was more celebrating for the wives that the husbands would be shaving in a few hours.)

And to decide who got the first swing at the pinata, the wives got to pluck a hair out to see who had the longest. I thought Steve had it for sure, but he tied with Kevin, then had to arm wrestle.

It was a long, grueling match, but Kevin ended up winning. (I think it was because Steve was sore after working out a couple days before.)

Yesterday Jeremy was in the area and dropped in to hang out with us for a few hours. (If you don't know, Jeremy is one of my brother's best friends. He's practically part of my family.) While Steve was in school yesterday morning, Sophie and I took him up to see the temple because he hadn't been there before.

That hat should look vaguely familiar to all my friends at BSI. I had some extras in my closet when we moved, so I gave him one. He wears it all the time.

We met up with Steve later and went up to Lake Chabot where Steve's school was having a little shin-dig. We went out on the paddle boats for a few minutes, and I think Sophie was long overdue for a nap because she didn't seem too impressed with our boating trek. Maybe it was the life jacket.

Passing the Time

Sophie's gotten pretty wiggly during diaper changes lately, and because she loves books, we usually give her a small one to entertain her while we take care of the dirty work.

Speaking of books. I think she's said "book" a few times. It's hard to tell, though. I also think I heard "kit" (kitty) once or twice, too.

I think we might have a future bathroom reader on our hands.

Lunchmouth

Those of you who have been around Sophie know that she loves food. You wouldn't guess by her petite little body, but she can really pack it in. If Steve or I come into the room with food, she'll climb all over us until we give her some. And she won't leave us alone until the food is gone.

(Some times when I'm really hungry and don't feel like giving her half of what I have, I hide in the kitchen and eat so she can't see me. Is that mean?)

This is what she had for lunch today, which is typical:

2 kiwis
1/2 c chopped watermelon
a handful of cheerios
a mini glass pyrex bowl full of applesauce & oatmeal
3/4 of a string cheese

Then two hours later Steve came into the living room with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She crawled over onto his lap and he gave her about five Sophie-sized bites for every bite that he took. . . until the sandwich was gone.

For her sake, I really hope she inherited my dad's metabolism.

Happy Birthday Devin!

My little bro is 24 today. Isn't he cute? :)

Stuff White People Like

I ran across this blog a while ago and thought it was pretty funny. It's called, "Stuff White People Like". The guy who writes it basically pokes fun at things that, well, white people typically like. I liked it enough to add it to my fav link list over there. Check it out and tell me what you think!