nice kids. nice music.

Apparently Ed doesn't have enough to do what with a presentation tomorrow and staying up until 5 a.m. to get things ready for that. He had time to sneak this lovely video in.

ECFE Picnic 2009 from ehernandez on Vimeo.

papa and mini-papa

Why is it so cute when a dad and his son dress alike? But if I did it, it would just be plain weird. (Note matching converse high-tops compliments of Grandma Johnson since Ed insisted he and his father have the same pair of shoes when he was about the same age as Elian.)

You really have to see their routines when Ed plays Elian and Elian plays Ed. It's true performance art.

how i spent my summer

golthhh fever

The little man is super-crazy about golf, or "golth" as he calls it (because when he's feeling lazy, he still pronounces his final fs as "th"). To illustrate what I'm talking about, here is a snapshot of our day:

This morning: Played some putt-putt golf at the course next to our house. I figured it was the last weekend they'd be open, so I wanted to give him his last shot at a hole-in-one. No luck. But he'll get another chance because it turns out they're going to be open through September. Hooray! (I think).

This afternoon: A little PGA tour viewing on TV. The little dude has learned that Sunday means golf on TV. And thanks to Grandpa Schulz, Sunday also means Tiger Woods will be wearing his Sunday Red shirt. The other day, he told me he wanted a Tiger Woods shirt. When I asked him if that meant a shirt like Tiger wears when he plays golf, or a T-shirt with Tiger on it, he told me the latter. A quick google search was unsuccessful, but I did find this that left him mildly amused:



After about a half hour of TV golf viewing, he wanted to hit golf balls at the park. This has become almost a daily ritual for us lately. Either he hits a bucket of balls with his real golf club. Or he uses his "future champion" (toy-ish) set to hit practice foam balls to a hole that he sets across the field.

The other day he told me he wanted to be a professional golfer when he grew up. And given his dedication and ability to focus on the game for what seems like a long time for a four year-old, I wouldn't be surprised if he got pretty good. Then again, given his stubbornness and ability to take direction and "tips" that he seems to have inherited from his mother, maybe not. But he did say, that if he ever got to play golf on TV like Tiger Woods, I could be his caddy. So I've got that going for me.

So you wanna see his new hero?



Guess who wanted to drive a line of golf balls in the backyard?

skip this if you don't enjoy political commentary

What he said.

*****

A lot of the online games Elian plays on the computer are rated on a scale from one to five stars. Because of this, he has recently become increasingly interested in the star rating system. So much so that he chooses to rate many elements of his life: his teachers, his friends, his cousins and yes, his Mama and Papa (we're SIXES, baby! Woohoo!). He is very scientific about the rating and will often explain why someone might get fewer than five stars. This explanation is often very humorous (probably not for the person who does not receive the five-star rating).

Every night the "good-nighter" (the person who does not do the bathing and the book reading but comes up after and says goodnight) gets to play a game with his dogs Friday and Romeo. This game could be baseball, it could be miniature golf, it could be "real" golf or it could be a game of huckle-buckle-beanstalk (don't tell me you don't know what that is!). I happen to be the good-nighter on my birthday. So I came up to his room, all ready to get Friday, my dog for the game. Elian always takes Romeo and Ed or I get Friday because, you see, Friday's a little rude (a blog entry in itself). But not this time. No, this time instead he hands me Romeo and says, "Here Mama, you can have the five-star dog because it's your birthday."