twelve toys a-bleeping

Cassidy's third Christmas - the first one he really was able to appreciate, at least in part. He loves the tree, and contributed his first ornament - a snowman that he made at daycare. He also got to take part in our annual Christmas Eve tradition of a museum visit and take-out Indian food; we went to Randall Museum to touch snakes and see hawks and owls.

He was definitely a big fan of the present-opening. Not surprisingly, he was the primary recipient (although we all did well), so now the house is filled with the traditional Christmas sound of electronic children's toys. 

party at ground zero

Cassidy had his third birthday party almost a week and a half ago now. All the toys that look new and pristine in these pictures are already showing the signs of wear and tear that only a dedicated and passionate three-year-old can provide. We all had fun - friends, family, balloons, cake, singing, bubbles, and camaraderie. What more could you ask for from a birthday party?

Three is a magic number

Cassidy turns three today ...

(click here to go to YouTube, where you can see it much biggerer)

thanksgiving filter

There's plenty for us to be thankful for this year: visits with family, a great dinner with friends, a rousing game of ring-around-the-rosie, hugs from grandma, impeccable fashion sense, the chance to lay back with a good book, a trip to the zoo, some ducks to feed, and a sweet and lovable (if occasionally willful) little child.

go ask alice

Here's some belated Halloween pictures for your enjoyment. We took Cassidy over to the Oakland Zoo to meet Freya, Mike and DD. They had a very awesome set of Alice in Wonderland costumes. Cassidy decided that he didn't want to wear his giraffe costume, and instead went as a stubborn toddler. Nevertheless, he had fun holding hands, seeing animals, and sharing his French fries.

my favorite things

(to the tune of my favorite things)

Spontaneous leg hugs while washing the dishes
using the potty to scale the bookshelf
cuddling with dinos and flashing a smile
these are a few of my favorite things

lifting the big ball, much bigger than me
reading with froggy and also daddy
looking through cabinets and striking a pose
these are a few of my favorite things

when it's bedtime
when I'm hungry
when I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
and then I don't feel so bad

on returning

dear entire universe -

sorry for the lack of updates - it's not like there haven't been big goings-on in my busy toddler life - ticklings, cuddlings, dapper-looking bibs, delicious lunches, haircuts, riddle books, overnight stays with Barb and Grandma, and so much more.
The most plausible explanation I can come up with is that my dad must be slacking around - I'll get on him to put a more proper post together if he expects to be allowed to play 'hide' anymore.

love,
Cassidy