What a happy dude.

Finally some pictures!

A few weekends ago we had the pleasure of working out in the yard. We took Buster out so he could play. We were a little nervous since he's still in the "let's put everything in my mouth" phase of his life, but it seemed to work out alright.

"Thanks for the cool sunglasses, Grandpa Neumann! They finally fit!"

Note: We really need to sod the backyard.

Bath toys

Okay, I apologize once again for not having any new pictures. Apparently I hurt my leg worse than I thought and it was way too difficult to walk up and down stairs (my computer is on the second floor). Plus American Idol was on and that's Buster and my favorite show (he will sit quietly for the duration of the show and woe to any commercial that dare come on and interrupt him.)

So, in lieu of a picture for you all I have a cute Buster story for you. We *try* to give him a bath every night (sometimes he falls asleep before bathtime. other times we're simply too lazy.) When we give him a bath he has little cups to play with while in the tub. He loves the cups because they allow him to make big splashes. Plus they are fun to bang on the side of the tub. So this morning I take him into the bathroom with me while I shower for work so Jim can sleep a little longer. Buster stands next to the tub and throws his cups into the shower so I can have somethign to play with. Cause and effect indeed! Bathtime=fun with cups!

And we all fall down!!

I had every intention to post pictures yesterday, I really did. We were going to go for a walk, I was going to come home and then update update update! But, the fates had other plans. As I'm stepping out on to the porch, holding the baby, I managed to fall through our front porch (no comments from the peanut gallery). My left leg has a huge bump on it and it's feverish. I'm guessing I have some internal bleeding, but I could just be embellishing (It's been known to happen from time to time).
Here is what I learned through the whole debacle though, maternal instinct trumps survival instinct. As I fell, I held on to Buster even tighter to ensure he wouldn't get hurt and fall as well. Then I had Jim take care of Buster while I (literally) pulled myself out of the whole that used to be our porch. The only thing that hurts worse than my leg is my pride.

So, since i won't be running or working out any time soon (seeing as i can't put pressure on my leg) there will be pictorial updates tonight!