A Big Ol' Bunch of Photos

No, I'm not at El Pollo Loco today, getting my free chicken and free swine flu (haha, j/k). Instead, I am being a good daughter and blogging. Over the past several days, my mom has become more and more "antsy" (frantic, desperate, raving-lunatic-mad) for some new photos of her grandson. Thus, behold the new bounty of photos. (Mom, if I were you, I'd ration. I'm much more lackadaisical about blogging these days.)

Here's the Timster at his slick internship fair (a really long time ago, heh heh):

Here's our wee one, all gussied up for Easter Sunday:
It was actually really difficult to get the above picture of him, as you can see:

It was hot last week. Like, sweltering-103-degrees-I-don't-even-want-to-go-outside hot. It was like it was raining or something. Fortunately for me, my pal Sachia lives in a swanky apartment building with a pool, and extra fortunately for me, she's super wonderful and invites all the girls over to swim. So, I donned my bathing suit, and in all my glowing-pasty-white glory, ventured to the sunny swim gathering.

Here are Laura and Charlie:

Rebecca and Max:

And a bunch of other awesome girls (Natalie, Lauren, Jen, Natasha, and Sachia, plus offspring):

(Editor's Note: I will never, EVER take a picture of anyone in her bathing suit without her express permission. Please don't be afraid of me and my camera at pool day. I promise that I got a verbal "okay" from everyone here to post these pics.) :-)

Moving right along... here is Weston's swim get-up (can ya tell that I'm paranoid about the sun?), along with the pink ball that he was obsessed with at the pool:

He was in rare form that day. He kept trying to run into the pool, and when I would grab his arm to stop him, he'd screech and cry and collapse. YAY! (Not):

Weston and Ethan have the same swim shorts! Yeah Target! They're precious:

It was a good time with the girls (except for Mr. Grouchy Grouch-Pants Weston):

On Thursday on my way back from visiting a friend at the hospital, I passed a scene that we Southern Californians see all too often: a film shoot. These are all over the place around here, which to me (a suburban East Coast girl) is very exciting. Most of the time, they're just filming commercials, but it's still cool. At this set for a Nike commercial, I asked the security guard if I could snap a quick photo, and he said yes. Here's a giant green screen:

And on the other side of the parking lot were a bunch of "star trailers" and supply trucks:

Anyway, on Saturday, Tim indulged my love of country fairs by letting us visit a country fair:

It took all of 20 minutes to walk up and down the craft tables, check out the corroded carnival rides, and scan the food stands. Haha! (Why do my ideas for family outings always suck?) Still, Tim let us prolong our visit by getting a frozen yogurt cone and sharing it, while Weston wandered around and made weird faces for the camera:

After the less-than-stellar country fair experience, we headed for a nearby shopping center and, on a whim, pulled into a used bookstore. I really liked the lighting, so I took some pictures of our Literary Little. Unfortunately for me, our camera is the Worst Camera Ever in the Great Expanse of All Time and Space, so they didn't turn out very well. Here's with the flash:

And here's without the flash:

Even when he's blurry, I still think he's cute: