What will Easton be when he grows up...

A pharmacist like his daddy...
An architect...
A famous BBQ chef...

The next Santana...
A dentist...
A vagabond...
A crossdresser...
A Cardinals football linebacker...
A chilled out lifeguard...
A champion boxer...
A basketball hoopster...
A gourmet chef...
A harmonica player and musician...
The next Picasso...
A clown in the circus...
A sheriff...
An escape artist...
A computer geek...
An extreme sports junkie...
A sports car driver...
A jockey...
An intellect...
A janitor...
An American Idol singer...
A drummer in a band...
A scientist...
A farmer...

What's your guess???

Fearless Easton

Easton is fearless. For 3 or 4 months now he has loved jumping off this waterfall all by himself with a big smile on his face. He goes all the way under as you will see and pops up with a giant smile. He does this over and over again and never tires of it. He then even treads water and can swim over to you on his own in the deep end with his floaties on! He's our little water baby.

30 What?!

The big 3-0 is a weird one! Yes, I am behind on this post. Maybe it's a subconscious thing? jk Sam and I both turned 30 4 days apart in April and it is very strange, needless to say. We both had great birthdays though with lots of friends around. It kind of was the endless birthday that lasted weeks with people being so thoughtful and friendly offering to babysit so we could go out and people wanting to celebrate with us. Thank you to all our good friends who knew this was a doosey and who went out of their way to make us treats and to make it special for us. It actually really helped me get over the anxiety of such a monumental birthday because I had things to look forward to with friends and people who were so thoughtful. 30 though! 30! What! Where did our 20's go Sam and I ask??? I am definietely still in denial on this one. I know 30 is not 50 but it's still getting up there and it forces you to think about life differently. I'm not saying I want to or that I'm now qualified to. I'm just saying it forces you to. And frankly, I'd rather not but I suppose we do have to grow up someday, dang it. Life is strange and when you turn 30 you are reminded of this fact once again. Good luck to all of you out there who are around the corner....

Not pregnant

Ok so I am not pregnant and I did not mean for this post to take me so long or for the suspense to be suspenseful at all really. I just didn't get around to downloading pictures and blogging at all in a timely manner, as usual. So, the news is just that on Easter Sunday, Sam and I got the bright idea to shave Easton's long locks and to also leave a little mohawk. His hair grows really fast and we thought it could grow through some cute phases along the way back to long hair again. Sam acutally did a really good job. My computer is being fussy so when in a few days/(weeks) when I actually post again you can see the mohowak in all its glory. Everyone says it makes E-Z look older which makes me a little sad. Here are some pictures of the buzz session, which included a high chair, Baby Einstein, a sucker (with lots of hair on sucker and lots of washing hair off sucker), and a very patient little boy who did very well until the very end....