You snooze, you lose

Just an old favorite. It's a bit fuzzy, but it's too priceless to delete.

I know that the graduation pictures are incomplete. Even though there was much excitement, not many pictures were taken. We'll (I'll) do better next time. However, thanks to Aunt Linda, there were a few taken at the party. Here's my favorite.

Love you all: Jake, Jules, and Ben (especially Ben)

more fam pics

Our good friends, the Coster's, hosted a small graduation party for our family. The food was great and the rain held. Here are just a couple with Jules' parents . . . and the star of the event.

Graduation

It's official. Here's the proof. We had a great time at Graduation. My folks, Jules' folks, my Aunt Linda and Uncle Bob, my grandparents (Gables), and the Gable Junior's were all around for the weekend. We also celebrated cousin Jen's wedding shower. It's hard to believe that this graduate school whirlwind is all over--now on to a bigger adventure in Arkansas.

I Can Do It!!!

We may be gluttons for punishment, but we're letting Ben feed himself right now (sort of). He likes the spoon whether there is any food on it or not.

fairly random

I know it's hard to see, but around Ben's neck is a Cinco de Mayo medallion. It has blinking lights and is sponsored by Corona. Our waiter liked Ben a lot.
We call this "rock the bunny." Ben loves his horse, so he lets some of his toys enjoy the same fun.
Happy Mother's Day. Ben would not cooperate for a group photo, so Jules had to ride this one solo.

just before bedtime

We're renters. Ben mows the living room carpet.

This is Ben's new hobby. Our apartment faces a very busy intersection. He loves to stand inside and yell "Cow" everytime a car passes. The louder the "cow," the bigger the car/truck. He can now open the door by himself, which poses different problems. We tried to get Ben to say "Happy Birthday, Grandpa Curt," but he just points and says, "Ahh shabbat shabbite cowww."

"Chicks Dig Me"

Here are a few random pictures of Ben wearing his new T from Auntie Andie (Ben calls her Aunt Apple--we interpret!?).
The horse was a hand-me-down gift from folks at the Y--he loves to rock.
Another cheap toy. Give the boy two paper bags and he'll run circles around the house just making noise. He loves to put various things in them, especially his nook.
When I was in high school, a certain English teacher of mine yelled at me in front of my peers for using the word "chick" to refer to girls. Now this same teacher's daughter buys my son a t-shirt with the word "chick" on it and no picture of fowl anywhere. The injustice of it all.
This is the new thing. He can get up on the couch all by himself.

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