They only went to one house and got caught up visiting for a long time then finally came home. Ford didn't seem to mind. Dock will have to wait until he's a little bigger to join in to the festivities.
This little guy was born fast but as soon as she got word my mom hopped in her car and headed out to see us. She was our first visitor, popping in to visit at 1:00 a.m. (as soon as she got to Elko)
I thought moms were supposed to be the comfy ones because they were so nicely padded but but my boys prefer their dad.
All dressed up and ready to go home
Look at that cute face!
Getting to know his momma
Ford and Dock finally get to meet. As you can tell from the video in the last post, Ford is pretty excited about having a little brother. We have to hold him back a bit because his squeezes are just a little more than Dock can handle and when he cries, Ford gets really worried about him.
Ford was quite pleased with his new toy. He couldn't give Dock enough hugs and kisses. Nice to be together.
Here's our second son, Dock. We checked into the hospital at 2:30, Misty delivered him at 5:05. From where I stood, it went pretty smooth. Misty is doing well and seems fond of this guy. I'll post more tomorrow night. For you oddball scorekeepers; 7 lb. 15 oz., 21.5 in. biceps, peed two minutes into life.
Before
Wade working really hard
View from the top of the hilll
Doesn't that grass look lovely
Kids having a great time on the hills
Home Depot volunteers that helped lay the grass.
You, dear friend/meandering visitor/cyber perv, have noticed a space between posts to this blog. I won't try to fill them here, but I'll annotate a few photographs taken since we last exchanged sensitive personal information.
Ford turned one in August and my gift to him was a bath in couscous. During his first year he demonstrated an affinity for the texture, flavor, and blatant intercultural embrace found in every bite of the spherical granules of semolina wheat. Truth be told, he was moderately freaked out by the proposal, but I managed to track down these two pics where he hid his hatred for the event.
We recently took the short drive to Angel Lake, near Wells, NV. Ford Loved it! To our native Coloradoan, there is nothing like leaving the rather desirable late summer temps in the city to visit alpine lakes on a chilly day.
Since he forbade the "get out of the car, take picture and go home" approach that his mother and I had planned, we had to skip a meal. Despite his familiarity with the generally accepted notion that quaking aspen leaves are toxic to neonate larvae (Manuwoto, Scriber, Hsia, and Sunarjo, 1984), said he, "am I a caterpillar?"
Now that fall is here, our leaf foraging snob is less condescending as his habit has gone dormant for the next 8 months of Elko winter. Meanwhile, we remain quite fond of this man as seen in the backyard that it took his parents over 100 days to close on.
After some fiscal finagling, we are homeowners again. We are excited to be partakers in that American dream of plumbing issues, obscene utility bills, and removing that really bushy arborvitae that is about to cover the front door.
On the inside, we just wear socks on our hands all the livelong day. We love it, and we don't care what you think.
In parting, let me present the album cover for Ford's grungy alternative snowboard band, "Off the Hook." He's got it all; long sleeved tee, pseudo serious expression, upside down image, phone off hook.
We went to the park for a little afternoon picnic on Saturday. The weather in Elko has been great this summer and this weekend was no exception. 
Ford thought it was cool, but I don't think he enjoyed it as much as his mom and dad. 
We went with our friends Lynsie, Joey, and little Franklin. Ford loves to give Franklin hugs!
At one point Ford accidentally found himself on the grass. I guess he forgot that he hates grass.
By the end of the picnic Ford was getting a little angry. When he gets mad he says maaam maaam maaaaam, in a very mad voice while blowing spit bubbles. It makes it a little hard to take him seriously. He only says maaaam when he's mad. I try to tell him that that's me but I don't think he gets it. 
This is how we knew it was time to go home. He crashed as soon as we got back and slept for almost 3 hours. I thought he was never going to wake up. I get a little lonely for him while he is sleeping. He is such a fun little guy these days, I just want to sneak into his room and wake him up so he will play some more. We sure do love our little man.
