On the way to Christmas in Phoenix, we spent a few days in San Diego for a little pre-vacation, just the four of us. On the first two days we hit SeaWorld and Legoland, and on the third day we just puttered around looking for good places to take pictures.
In Coronado, we hit the jackpot. Deserted beach, photography gold.
Joe: "How many apple slices do you have left?"
Noah: "One, two."
Joe: "…and a half."
Noah: "Two."
Joe: "Two and a half."
Noah: "That’s not a number!"
Joe: "Yes, two and a half is a number."
Noah: "No, it’s a Spanish number."
Ollie got to wear the dinosaur costume that Noah wore 2 years ago. Check it out. When Noah was his age he was actually scared to wear it. Ollie didn’t want to take it off! I think he may have worn it for 3 days straight. He loved running around the house yelling “Raaaawr!†I finally had to hide it.
My friend, Heather, had a Halloween party. This is probably the only time you will ever see Joe in a costume. If you can’t guess…he is Remy and I am Colette from Ratatouille. Ollie cracks me up in these pictures.
Heather and I share the same love/hate for Martha Stewart. We found all this awesome Halloween stuff in the October issue and it was all over. Had to be done. Heather made that house and actually poured windows using melted sugar. Isn’t it cool how the light passes through. Cool….but crazy! Darn you, Martha!
I had an Azalea bush that died on me. (no surprise) So, I spray painted it and we hung the favors off of it. We also made ghosts from fondant, marshmallow bones, and skeleton cookies. All Martha creations. She really makes me crazy.
Halloween night we went to our church for a some candy, bouncy houses, airplane rides and all kinds of crazy activities. Lots of fun….but whoa, sensory overload! Good thing Amah and Yeh Yeh came with us.
Ollie was a fan of the popcorn, face painting and balloon animals. Daddy was a good sport.
Noah just liked to show off his Spiderman muscles. He’ll sing the theme song if you ask him. Although, instead of “spins a web, any size†he sings “spins a wrench, any size.†heh. (He’s also a fan of Handy Manny.)
Noah also enjoyed the balloons and face painting. I wasn’t with him when he got his face painted. But when he saw it in the mirror at home he instantly broke into tears. My perfectionist child was upset that the mouth wasn’t exactly how he envisioned it. I’m sure my Mom would laugh at this since she had to put up with much worse from me at that age. Sorry Mom. I understand now. 🙂 I guess I had it coming.
These little pumpkins had a blast at the pumpkin patch down the road from us. I was amazed it went so well and the big pumpkin (Joe) even wanted to come along. Joe took most of these pictures and I love so many of them that I can’t decide….so, here’s a lot…
They were so good at sharing that day. (Notice the Ethel gloves in the background. Perfect for pumpkin picking and sooo cute!)
Ollie kept falling down, and Noah helped him up every time.
The kids are cute and all…but LOOK at those gloves! haha. Just kidding (well..kind of). I’m just in love with Ethel gloves. I already thought they were great, then they donated gloves for our Golf Tournament gift bags. They have great design sense AND a heart for the world. Just awesome in every way.
Ollie sat on every pumpkin that was just the right size.
Then he decided to be creative and stack them. I love that he did this, and especially that he stood back and looked at what he had built.
I love Noah’s expression here.
Ollie was not impressed with the tractor at first.
Then he got excited. (notice his crossed ankles…hehe)
I (Joe) literally asked, “How hard could it be?” Yeah, turns out it’s pretty hard if you don’t know what you’re doing. Luckily Amy’s mom was on hand for the save before I did too much damage.
Actually this was a few weeks before Christmas. Amy couldn’t resist getting the kids get dressed up in their Christmas pajamas to take some pictures.
We finally took our first trip into British Columbia, and luckily it was for a wonderful occasion–my cousin Aisha’s wedding. A lot of Cheng family members were able to make it, so it was basically a mini family reunion for us as well.
Aisha and Scott.
Apparently Noah found his train more interesting than the lifelong commitment Aisha and Scott were making to each other.
This was the closest we could get to a family photo.
Brothers. From left: Wei-Chih (9), Carl (5), Wei-Tih (4, my dad), Smiley (3, father of the bride).
The cousins and their ladies. From left: Dagmar (1.1+), Mike (1.1), Joe (4.2), Amy (4.2+), Jon (4.1), Aarti, Adam (3.1), Natalie.
Me and Jon. (The downside of the beautiful sunny weather was massively overexposed backgrounds all day.)
Ollie and Mike.
Jon and Ollie.
Amy took this one. They line up for a picture… so she goes behind them. I love that.
My mom and Ollie.
Noah was a ridiculous dancing machine during the reception. We had to forcibly remove him, kicking and screaming, from the dance floor at 11PM.
