The Games Begin!

While the world watches the 2008 Olympic Games take place in Beijing, our own little competition is underway here at home.

Announcing the First Annual Larson Family Pentathalon!
LFP opening ceremonies were held Saturday evening along side the Olympic Games commencement, but we celebrated with steak and donuts instead of fireworks and lip-synced odes to the motherland.
And now the 2008 LFP games are underway!

2008 Larson Family Pentathalon Events consist of:

Scrabble - Scott vs Lesley
Pie Eating - Scott vs Lesley
Bowling - Scott vs Lesley
Creative Writing* - Scott vs Lesley
Mini-Golf - Scott vs Lesley

* Blog readers will be needed to judge this event. Please stay tuned to cast your vote.

Let the Games Begin!

Ian's New Shoes

Ian has taken a particular liking to a pair of running shoes I have had since high school. He is always asking for them when he sees them in our closet, and once he has them on his feet, he always asks to go somewhere. It is amazing how well he can walk in them!

Food Storage

Our pantry was bare as tropical storm Eduard approached yesterday, so I decided to brave the rain and stock up on some canned goods. Just in case. As it turned out, Eduard didn't do much more than water our lawn, so I spent all that time loading canned goods into my trunk in the pouring rain, for nothing. That's what I get for 11th hour preparations.

After cleaning up breakfast dishes, I noticed an entirely empty cardboard case left in the hallway. Ian had pilfered all 12 cans of tuna and had stashed them in his hideout.

"You want 'em? Come and get 'em!"When I did come to get them, Ian sent them down the slide, saying "weeeee!".
In other news, Ian is apparently allergic to sugar free syrup. He got a nasty rash after breakfast. It only last a few hours.

Big Boy

A few weeks ago Ian was moved into a forward-facing, big-boy car seat. I thought he would be permanently happy to travel in the car now that he could see out the windows, but not so. He howels about not being able to adjust the radio station (How old is he? 17?) and is generally less content than in his rear-facing infant seat. Perhaps as it was with his new crib, comfort takes getting used to. And I have to get used to being unable to sneak snacks while driving without escaping his notice. But I do love that I can tilt the rear-view mirror and see him. And if Graco is telling the truth, this is THE LAST car seat we will ever have to buy for Ian.

Here he is on the car seats' maiden voyage.

Then that weekend we decided it was time to give Ian his first haircut! I have loved the little curls forming at the tips of his hair, but it was time to kiss them goodbye in the name of masculinity.

Here is the front of his hair, pre-haircut.

The back of his hair, pre-haircut.

The side of his hair, pre-haircut... mullet-like, isn't it?

How Ian feels about having a mullet.

We began the haircut with Ian and Scott sitting on the toilet seat, and me weilding the scissors. After I was unable to force myself cut Ian's precious hair, we reorganized and Scott held Ian between his legs and cut Ian's hair in the tub. I just winced with each cut, and took pictures. That arrangement worked much better.

This is how Ian feels about his new big-boy haircut. And I agree-- he looks older, and the cut is adorable.