Soccer girls

After a lazy morning at grandma and grandpa's (well, lazy for Eric and I who slept in until noon), we took Bertle to Eric's former high school and let him run around on the football field. The high school girls were just finishing up soccer practice and stretching on the field. They started oogling as Bertle fearlessly ran toward them, clapping his hands. The whole team started clapping and it was hilarious to watch Bertle's face he and the girls took turns clapping. It's amazing how, through the eyes of a toddler, the whole world exists just for them..."i can make a whole field of soccer girls clap just by clapping my hands."

Later that night, Eric and I went out again, though this time Bertle was very upset when we left. Eric's mom told us later that Rocky Balboa of Bethel Park, PA (their pug) was so concerned that he curled up next to Bertle on grandma's lap and licked him to sleep.

First Day in Pittsburgh

After a surprisingly easy cross-country flight to the 'burgh, Bertle enjoyed seeing the sights of Pittsburgh for the first time, including lunch atop Mt. Washington and the Carnegie Museum of Natural History. He even found the particular dinosaur from which he evolved--"Protoceratops Andrewsi." See the resemblance? That evening, Eric and I enjoyed a night out to celebrate our 4-year anniversary while grandma and grandpa babysat.

When there's nothing else to do....

put your 1-year old in a basket and push him around. We haven't figured out how to improve the quality of our videos, but Eric insisted that I put this on the blog despite the poor quality. Needless to say we were bored and in need of a few giggles. Oh, and in case you were wondering, that is indeed a Hooter's shirt that my innocent son is wearing, thanks to our friend Ken Rogers, who knows just what to buy for a Bertle who has everything.

Firetrucks and Ducks

We got up early this morning (well, actually the same time we get up every morning--will 7 am ever not seem early??!) Anyway, we went to the Menlo Park Firefighters Pancake Breakfast, where we ran into some friends, some firetrucks, some rescue dogs, and some balloons. Later in the day we went to Shoreline Park, where Bertle enjoyed looking at the ducks, er, geese....Shoreline is a pretty park but it was hard to determine who smelled worse: Bertle's bum or the excessive geese poop.