Samurai X

So what does our son like to do when left to his own devices?  It appears that his imagination is limitless, especially on the rare occasion that he decides to put on a disguise. I have no idea how he knows what a samurai looks like, let alone how he got his hands on that bowl.  Well played Xavier-san.

I don't always play dress up, but when I do, I ready myself for war.

Egg Hunt!

Family has arrived to the Heffernan homestead for Easter festivities!  Feast and egg hunt are on the docket for the Xavier's first "toddler" Easter.

Xavier surveys the playing field hours before today's contest.  Will home field advantage play a deciding factor?

Aunt Jill is left to supervise the contestants prior to the contest.

The three competitors are released into the arena.  Xavier will try sticking to Dad's simple game plan:  Move quick, stay low to the ground, head on a swivel.

Egg.

Another Egg.

Time is up!  Let's tally up the eggs to determine the winner!

Three way tie?  What is this, a campy sitcom?!

Now that's a mouthful of fun-size Twix.

"Thanks for the egg hunt mama. Guess who brought you an Easter flower?"

"The Easter Piggy!"

Thank You Easter Bunny

It's early on Easter morning and young Xavier has awoken to the glory and splendor that is Easter.  Candy, plastic eggs, and presents.

Sweet mother of all that is sacred.  This is not the tired pastel Easter morning that dad had as a child!

"Good alignment, manual steering, nice lines... not much in the way of shocks and struts, but overall not a bad ride for a one-speeder."

"Hammer down!  Let's Roll!"

Look at that face. 

Lawn Ranger

Xavier and dad blatantly ignoring the "no horseplay for two weeks" order given by the discharging nurse.  We limited our our activities to a reduced number of jumps and no flips for 72 hrs.

Xavier and dad posing with their bandages.

"So I have this land title... how do I go about letting people know that this yard is spoken for?"

"I claim this yard in the name of X!"

"Go dogs!  This is my island!"

boom.

Extreme bunny hopping at daycare gets out of hand. X's smashes headfirst into a table at breakneck speed and our phones start ringing off the hook. Thank heavens the table's corners were rounded. As it was the little guy depeleted the entire stock of bandages from the first aid kit at daycare. Somehow they managed to use a tag team effort of Bugs and Tweety bandages to hold him together. Mom is off and running to save the day.



"boom."
One trip to the emergency room at Children's Hospital (no, not the TV show, and also, no, not a hospital owned and operated entirely by children) and nine stitches later, and our boy is back in action. All in all, he was kind of a trooper.



He insisted in cleaning and redressing his own wounds.



"Says here to clean and disinfect wound with hydrogen peroxide. OK. Sounds good to me."



"On second thought, hydrogen peroxide does not sound good to me. Not at all."

Slide Slide Slippity Slide

Mom and Xavier return triumphant from the store! And what is it that mom has in tow. It's a big box. And what's inside the big box? A slide! What, are you kiddin me?!"



It's kinda like peeking over the edge in the front seat of your very first rollercoaster ride.



Look at that mounting anticipation of exhilaration.
X: "This seems almost too good to be true."



X: "Is this real life?"
Mom: "Yes."
X: "Well OK then."



X: "In that case, it's time for the fantastic voyage!"

Get Off the Fence!

Xavier doing some classic waffling.


"Dad, put the utensils down. We don't need them today. They can go straight into the dishwasher. This waffle needs no cutting. Well maybe just put the knife in. Not the fork. I'll need the fork for the strawberries. Or maybe not. You can put the fork in with the knife. Maybe I'll just use my hands. But if I use my hands they'll get all sticky. In which case I should definitely roll up my sleeves, which would require me to stop with this waffle. Wait, hold on. I think I might take you up on that fork offer after all. Or not. I'm not entirely sure."



"I just can't decide. What do you think, dad?"



"What do you mean quit waffling? I haven't even had a nibble!"

Rough Morning

Sometimes you play rough and win, sometimes you play rough and lose, and other times, well, you're just not sure how you came out in that whole mess.


"Uugghh. Feels like a freight train is running through my skull. Why is it so bright in here? I'm not taking these off until someone turns off the sun. What time is it? What did we do last night? I remember my whole crew was up in my crib, even the lemur and that giraffe with the big eyelashes. There was music, at least two FULL sippies of triple distilled H2O, and who knows how many blankets."



"Were you there? I thought I saw you there? Did you cut out early? No? You sure you weren't there? I coulda swore I saw you over by the nightlight."



"Anyway, thanks for the breakfast. You're a lifesaver, mom. Say, would you mind grabbing the laptop when you get a sec. I really oughta check Facebook. As full as my diaper was this morning, I'm sure I've already been tagged in a couple photos dragging that extra weight around. Oh well, no regrets is what I always say."

Stir Fried

Xavier's had enough sitting on the sidelines while mom and dad cook dinner. It's time to get into the thick of things.



"Let's see here. Gigantic skillet, check. Gigantic spoon, check. Gigantic amount of not having a clue what I'm doing, check."



"This is pretty easy so far. Grab your plates guys, dinner will be ready in 5."



Suddenly a wild miniature cat appears on Xavier's shoulder to whisper instructions! Isn't there supposed to be an angel on the other shoulder?

Time for Play

Patiently waiting for dinner, Xavier and dad lay waste to the living room.


Xavier laughing at dad's pathetic attempts at making elephant sounds.



Not quite sure this guy is OK to drive... maybe one milk too many.



"Stop crushing my head!"



Barking dog.



"Who put my gumball machine on the ottoman? Me??? If I did it why would I be asking?"



"Guess I'll just move it myself in a very serious and determined manner."



"And now to the chair."



"Aaaaand positioning..."



"Alright. I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY!"



"nevermind... lost it."



"Dinner almost ready mom? I'm really comin' apart here!"

I Love My Leather Jacket

This kid looks like some kinda roughneck in his tough-as-nails leather jacket. He's only been out of bed for 25 mins and he's already prepared to kick butt and take names.

"Almost ready for school, but something just doesn't feel right. Seems like just one bottle isn't enough for a kid that can rock out a jacket like this."

"That's better. Time to double fist me some liquid breakfast."



"C'mon mom, let's get busy livin'!"



"It's time to go mom, I'll drive... where's my chopper?"