A Little Boy, For Sure

Colter's a little boy, that's for certain. One the one hand, he did wait until his first birthday to get his first major scrape: a header into the patio door bottom edge.

side note: it was more "impressive" the next day

Happy Fourth!

The fourth of July conjures many happy memories for most of us, one of my favorites is the time between my junior and senior years in high school when my friend Bob Townsend and I were lighting bottle rockets off on a Missouri River sandbar by his house. The family's German Sheppard was chasing them and bringing them back. Yes, bringing them back before they exploded. No matter how hard we tried, she would manage to get ahold of at least two out of five rockets and we'd see them explode in Heide's mouth along with a mouthful of sand. *POOF!* was all we could hear. The first five or six times, we figured she'd give up, but no. That day Bob tossed a bottle rocket into the air that landed about 15 feet away from us...pointing up the sand hill. Bob wasn't fast enough to duck. But then again, Bob was never the fastest, if you know what I mean. The bottle rocket flew up the sand hill and smacked Bob right in the eye. I ducked. I got to go on vacation with my mom and dad (Bob was supposed to go with us) to Idaho and go whitewater rafting for the second time, and Bob got to go to the emergency room.

Not a happy memory if you think about from Bob's point of view. Ah hell, here's Colter trying to stuff his mouth full of as much watermelon as he can. Kinda like Heide and the bottlerockets and sand.

My Son...

Here's my birthday poirtrait of Colter.

Happy Birthday, Colter Jacob. I love you so much.

Daddy

Happy Birthday...though not a birthday suit.

I thought maybe I should post an actual picture of Colter from his first birthday. His treat that night was a carrot cake cupcake that the "What to Expect..." book assured us he would like. Turns out he didn't. Or maybe he just didn't like the cream cheese frosting, judging by the wince on his face when he tasted it. At least he had a good time destroying it on his plate.

Another Picture of Dawson

Here's a very good picture of my nephew, Dawson. This is from the Memorial Day weekend trip we took to Bismarck. Dawson, like his father, Kevin, likes a good smoked meat from Famous Dave's, but it looks like Dawson just discovered he has no idea how to order, since he's only a year old and thus, can't read.