Holiday Weekend

Rye had a few busy days leading up to and including July 4th:

Baby pool action with a new friend...they warmed up to each other as the day went on...

Hiking in Boulder. We're still getting a feel for the small house that doubles as a child-carrying backpack...

 

A sparsely attended pool & swing party in the Pilmer back-yard (it's hard to keep this kid out of the water):

We made the back-yard bbq scene at Robert and Mary's...where Rye found the hammock:

Rocking out on this musical toy that has given Rhoda and I a new (and in no way pleasant) outlook on contemporary jazz riffs:

We watched as Rye tried (again) to eat a zebra/leopard/rabbit thing:

And when it was all winding down, the Little Girl couldn't stay awake for a quick walk to the grocery store for last night's dinner:

Rubber Ducky You're the One

An Outtake I Couldn't Resist

I posted photos of Rye's tooth a week or so ago. The photo below was not among them. But the more I fought the urge, the more compelled I was to post it. So I'm posting it.

It's actually a pretty good shot of the tooth.

Reflections on Father's Day

I've met so many fathers. But Dad's are hard to come by. If I can do half of what my Dad did, I've got this under control.

My Dad and me.

Rye and her Dad.

A lonely little chopper

Rye's been teething over the last several weeks and I was finally able to document the evidence of a culprit.

 

I think the technical term is "central incisor."

First Words?

Well...isn't this all just coming together nicely...?

The Broadmoor

If you've ever been to the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs, you know that it's hard to adequately describe its full-service perfection. It's one of those almost uncomfortably perfect places...a place where you just know a waiter could lose his job for the way he corked your wine.

Because the wife and I are trying to introduce the Little Girl to the realities of life at an early age, we decided to show her a place that we will henceforth only visit on special occasions. We spent most of our time instructing her on the fine art of wasting entire days at the pool. She's a natural.

On this trip, we were joined by our friends, John and Becca Kuker and their kids, Bosley and Hayes. It was a weekend well spent.

Bosley, Rye and Rhoda in the hot tub

Bosley

"I'd like another virgin White Russian...in a bottle...and warmed to just above room temperature...let's go ahead and make it a double."