Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Battle chicken

It has been a busy month again in Casa Ruiz, and so this post is a week late...

After eating a perfectly balanced meal of a roll, Jaxon protests his parent's insistence that he eat a superfluous portion of chicken. By trying to saw his way outside.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Sit around here long enough...

And Jaxon tries to bury you in.


The ottoman. And two pillows, a cup, a blanket, dog chew, book and two vacuum attachments.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Happy Birthday, Deb!


Deb is a fairly new addition to our family, she and my Dad married a little over two years ago. Deb is a wonderful mother, step-mother, grandmother and teacher. She is very patient, loving and has a good sense of humor (all of which comes in handy when dealing with my Dad!). Deb is an amazing crafter, turning out adorable things that should be sold in glossy magazines, and is also (I hear) a very talented piano player.
Deb,
I wanted to thank you for letting us get to know you these last few years. It has been wonderful to live so close to you, Dad, and your daughters. We've enjoyed "dropping in" to visit (and let Jaxon play with all the toys) and appreciate being invited over for Holiday celebrations.
Happy (belated) birthday, Deb! We hope that this year brings many new blessings (I know of two that are due very soon!) and much more joy and laughter.
Love,
Heather

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Shiver me timbers!

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho."
-"Yo Ho" lyrics by Xavier Atencio


There's been another pirate invasion at the Ruiz household. Captain Fuzzy Nog struck again last week, although Boson Hendrix (the scurvy sea dog) was nowhere to be found--presumably, he was conducting his own raid on the biscuits in the pantry. [Or sleeping in a biscuit-drunk stupor in the lower right-hand corner... many thanks to eagle-eyed Angela!]
Lest you miss a single detail of this fabulous piratey get-up, Captain Fuzzy Nog steps out onto the red (er, brown) carpet wearing a foam pirate hat designed by Michael's, sparkly conductor's hat sticker on his forehead (a tattoo? Or perhaps extra sun protection), a sparkly lantern sticker in place of an eye patch (which, as with most fashionable accessories, is more glitz and glamor than form and function) and sporting an uber-piratey parrot (who has apparently consumed too much of ye olde grog, if you know what I mean).

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Graduation, the belated pictorial

Shawn, goofing off

Shane and Deanna posed for the camera

Discussing the possibility that Preston was lying about graduating...

Waiting for Uncle to come out.

Excited to see Daddy!

Family, row one...

Family, row two...

Men (and ladies) in kilts!

Gratuitous snuggling.

Preston's presumably somewhere in there.

Preston receiving his UoP propaganda "diploma". I think.

Preston is the black dot walking down the stairs. I think. Telescopic lens, anyone?

And then we all ate lunch together and Auntie played peek-a-boo with Miss A.

The End.
No pictures of the graduate in, er, graduation gear are available at this time--as it was apparently too bloody hot to keep the cap and gown on long enough to find the official photographer (ahem--me) for proper documentation. Preston has, however, agreed to re-enact the graduation "as soon as he has time". I will be passing around an online petition for reenactment soon.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Preston the Bachelor?

This happens tomorrow, and I wanted to both congratulate Preston on his achievement... and brag about him a little.
Preston has put so much work into his degree--and never dropped the ball with work or at home. There were countless nights that I have gone to bed, leaving him sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by books and with no company other than the glow of a computer screen. And he never complained once about being in school, even if I did. Also, Preston has never brought home less than a B in any of his classes--and even those have been few and far between. As with everything else in his life, Preston has been passionate about his schooling, and has once again excelled.
Congratulations, baby! I'm proud of you.

If you plan on being at the ceremony tomorrow morning, and haven't received the parking information yet, email me at hthr_rz@yahoo.com and I will forward on the information.