Feedin Time

Took the lil guy for a hay ride to feed the horses.

No Play Today

Nose stuffed, mouth open, tongue out, slight fever, too darn pooped to move. You have to wonder what goes through the 19 month old mind the first time you get wiped out being sick. Poor lil buckeroo.

Happy Halloween

After a long Wednesday of chasing women and drinking rum, our little pirate came home with the sniffles. We had to keep Caden out of school Friday. We did let him run around the ranch Saturday in costume. He didn't find any treasure.

Early Halloween

The school decided to do halloween on Weds. So we took our lil pirate down.

Sit boy sit

Well well...one week into proper schooling and we've already seen results in two disinct areas. Caden is quite happy to sit. To date we've had to measure his attention span in nanoseconds. Now, he can sit for actual seconds at a time.

The second area of progress? He came home with the sniffles day four. Par for the course.

Jundt Baby Shower

Cousins Kyle and Karina are due with twins...yikes. The Bay Area Jundt clan came down for a family baby shower. Reminded me of so many Thanksgivings and Christmas Eve's of years gone by. Except there were margaritas...

First Day of School

Well Gayle and I figure the lil ranchhand needs to get out an mingle with the county folk round these parts. So we enrolled Caden in a pre-preschool. Turns out the triumvirate of Montessori Preschools is run by a lady from Jamul. Her daughter wanted to find infant day care when she began her family...and couldn't find anything nearly as nice as dear old mom's schools. So she went into the family business, opening a pre-preschool feeder program for infants and toddlers. As luck would have it, it's right here in lovely Jamul. And the only one in the county.

Mark the calendars, Monday September 28th as the day we began to tame and civilize the hammer. We opted for a half day mon-wed-fri program so as not to shock the poor guy into sensory overload. Vegas odds makers put the over-under on the unruly lad being expelled from class at two weeks. I confess; I bet the under.

Guitar

Long time followers of the blog will recall Caden's thoi noi. At the tender young age of 1, fate allowed us a short glimpse of Caden's direction in life. The Artist. As Cyril said back in '79 "Oh don't worry about me, I'll make this cat get meow."

JamulFest 2009

We was fixin to head on down to Jamulfest and Rodeo Saturday when Caden waddled out with a handful of plastic flowers. Might be a bit early for him to be sweet talking the wee cowgirls. The best he could manage would be to sweet babble the ladies.


Couple thousand people, several fund raising booths with games, deep pit bbq that was mighty fine, a handful of bake sales and a stage with some dancing.



Junior division getting ready to rodeo.

UFC 103 Jamul Hammer v. Ted D. Bare

I'm not much for UFC, but the kids sure seem to like it. This was a lackluster event. The Jamul Hammer ended the match in the first round with a reverse no look scissor lock. Poor Ted D. never had a chance. Hammer promptly took a nap.

Progress

Katia's birthday today. What better day to run the Cdog through the paces. Toddler assessment day.

More Walking

It's Official

There wasn't really a breakthrough moment on the walking deal. Caden would occasionally stand for a while. He took a few steps here and there. But he never really walked anywhere. Today he finally decided to give it a go.

Pool Party at the Bunn Resort

Over to the Bunn's for a pool party. Their new backyard is fabulous. All the bells and whistles. Pablo and Caden get acquainted.


Fine windy day at the beach...what say we fly a kite. I won't lie, friends, it was a battle. Since when do kites come with directions.


Contact!


Really? Apple juice on tap? Oh boy!!


Nothin says fun like friends, a fire pit and fireworks. Can't wait for s'more.

Final Vaca Pic

And here it is...the final picture of our grand vacation. Sure there were other stops along the way but this was the final scenic point of the journey. Klamath CA on Hwy 101. No drive from CAN to CA is complete without a nod to P Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox.

I've titled the above portrait Rumours. That album still makes me laugh. Really, click the pic. You can't plan good humor.