mother's day weekend

we had a fun weekend. friday night, we had the thomas' over and victor grilled what i have to say were the best burgers he's ever made. i don't know about the thomas', but i was mighty-impressed. victor has been wanting a chimney starter for his grill for a long time. he finally ordered one which came in on friday. he immediately announced that he wanted to invite friends over so that he could try out a cook's country recipe he's been eyeing for a long time- a steakhouse-quality burger... and i'm glad i agreed to it because 'twas quite tasty. perfectly grilled, crusty on the outside, juicy on the inside, and the meat would fall apart in your mouth. sweet. of course, victor's going to be annoyed with me for saying this now because he'll think i'm hyping it up too much and people will be disappointed if they read it and get their hopes up. sorry, honey, but i just couldn't resist bragging about this one.

i'm kicking myself for forgetting to take pictures on mother's day. argh. i find that i forget to take pictures of a lot of "first" events. i.e. i don't have pictures of caleb's first ride home from the hospital, thanksgiving, christmas, or even his infant dedication. and now, i must add mother's day to the mix. oh well.

yesterday, i dressed him in his ghetto jeans and a green onesie with a bright red crab on it. underneath the picture, it said "crab". i'm starting to wonder about this shirt because he was mighty crabby at church and at lunch yesterday. was it an omen?  he screamed and cried so loudly in the nursery yesterday that he woke up the other babies who were napping. they paged me, but it didn't come through (i think the batteries died), so they ended up bringing him to my mom, who was in the church office. then during lunch, he was fussing loudly throughout the whole meal. victor and i were exasperated by the end of it.

anyway, it was still a sweet mother's day. victor made me an adorable card and gave us both these as gifts. (see below)

you may think it was more of a gift to him than to us, but i thought it was cute. he's preparing us for our first yankee game this june (we'll be visiting his family in NYC and catching a game while we're there). we'll be one of those matching families...

the next yankee pitcher

spring training

well, at least he knew to hit the ball with the bat... even if he was holding the bat backwards.

i'm more interested in putting the bat in my mouth

checkin' the score before the basket

one of caleb's favorite games these days is basketball. victor's friend, george, sent this toy to us all the way from panama back when caleb was first born. the box said 9-36 months, so we broke it out when caleb turned 9 months. at first, he didn't know what to make of it... but in about a week, he was dunking the ball like a pro. he learned to clap early last week. since then, he'll sometimes give himself a hand when he makes a basket. :)

hangin' on the rim

fun w/ mommy

laughs

What, are you crazy?

Friends: Season 9

my brother gave victor and me the entire 'friends' dvd collection last christmas. since then, we've been going through each season. the past few have been fun since there are many episodes that we've never seen. last night, we saw an episode where rachel's sister, amy (christina applegate), comes to visit and is upset that rachel won't give her the baby if she & ross died. as a result, she tells rachel, "your baby... not so cute." rachel freaks out and yells in fury, "take that back. take that back right now!" and they subsequently get into a girl-fight of slapping and pulling.

later that night, i turned to victor and told him, "i think if anyone ever said that to me about caleb, i would have to disavow our friendship." seriously, i don't think i could ever like that person again. now, i understand that victor and i (and maybe some of our family members) are the only ones who will ever think he's the cutest baby on the planet... and i don't expect that other people would think so (although it's really nice when they do)... but in my mind, there is never any justification for saying that a baby is not cute... that's just down-right mean.

so note to everyone out there: if you think it about my baby, don't even utter it from your lips, lest it gets back to me!

is anyone scared yet? ha ha.