Cowboy birthday party

Last Saturday, I was invited to my first 2 year old birthday party. Tommy and Rosie Clements had their bash out at the Oakmont Saddle Club. Mom informed me, as we got into the car to go, that there would be horses to ride. I was so excited that I neighed from Santa Rosa to Oakmont. There were a few times I saw horses on the side of the road and I insisted to mom that we had passed the party, but in the end she knew where we were headed. Right as we pulled up, I saw the ponies. They were amazing! I wanted to watch them and follow them every second. However, when mom asked me to pet one, I said "No way" and moved her hand out to pet the pony for me. When it came my turn to ride, I resisted with all my might. Mom did not want to force me, so we settled on watching others ride. I didn't feel as bad when I heard the birthday boy and girl didn't ride either. Below, Rosie and I are riding horses we feel more comfortable on...
I had dressed up for riding horses, but found my real love was driving this car. Every time mom tried to open the door to get me out, I would slam the door shut and keep driving.

Since it was a hot day, the twin's parents had set up kiddie pools for us to cool off in. There were several "older" girls (2-3 year olds) in the pool splashing around, which intimidated me a bit, so I settled for playing on the edge, drinking the pool water that squirted out. When things calmed down, I got in and played a bit. Mom found out that my trunks were slightly big, as I showed off some awesome plumbers crack towards the end.

At the end of the party, we got to eat and play on the lawn. Some of the adults were quite impressed that I self-regulate for choking. A few times, I put pieces of food into my mouth that were too big and after a few chomps I took them out and chose something a little smaller. Mom is sure I have inherited dad's cautious side.

18 months

Halfway through my second year of life and I have already become a blogging slacker. I promise to be better!

Here I am in my new shirt from Aunt April.

1st Camping Trip

The day started with time at the Farmer's Market in Point Reyes Station. Papa and I listened to music and I danced up a storm.
They had a children's section with our own market to play with. I thought it was lots of fun, mom kept taking the fake fruit out of my mouth and saying "yucky," which I thought was hillarious.

Apparently, Papa, my aunties and mom took me for a hike, but I can't remember much of it...

My first trip to the beach and was asleep! After the crew headed back away from the water, I decided to finally wake up. They figured, we were so close still, that they should head back so I could be conscious during the beach experience. It was unreal! After watching the waves crash, I turned to mom and asked her for "mo" (more). To my delight, the waves did indeed crash again...amazing.

At the campsite in Olema:

My favorite part of camping was hanging out in the tent. What a cool playhouse!

OK, so we didn't rough it too much. For dinner, we went in town for burgers. Here Aunt "Apple" is showing me the candle.

The next day, we hit the beach again. This time I was ready! I lead Aunt Julia around the shoreline:

I laughed at how the sand moved when I stepped on it:

I took some time to play with the sand and threw it a bunch. I only really liked to pick up the sand that had already been shaped in a foot print: