Braeden, Ronan, & Cal

Here's Braeden and 2 of his best pals just chillin by the pool. Next summer we might have to get this crew the 8 min abs video and a spray on tan:)

Mini-Golf

Here is our little Mini-golfer.
Here is a picture of the full Haller swing. Brent says its his and Grand-pas swing. I think his follow through is better than mom's.
Braeden stayed on task and actually played the first eight holes and then he was more interested in where he could throw the ball or what he could roll it off of.

Overall, a nice Sunday afternoon. we followed golf up with a little ice cream a Brusters. MMMM:)

Cheesy pics

CHEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!

Hehe...ok, I'll just smile this time.

Geez dad, you took forever on this run...you let everyone else beat you! Can I get out now??

Big kid shoes

I love wearing everyones shoes. I practice putting everyone elses on since I can't put my own on. Here I am sporting some of Mom's fancy shoes. there is a video and well Mom says thats

Dad's job since she came up with all the words to narrate the pictures.

Play-Doh

Play-Doh extravaganza in the kitchen floor.

Mom is a little more laid back than some other Mom's we know and she says Play-Doh is fine. Of course, that means its not quite that big of deal to me. It was exciting for about 10 minutes. I took each color out of its container, squeezed it, and then put it back in its container and started chasing balls again. When is Mom going to learn that I am not so into to games that involve that sitting still stuff.

Big boy bed

Braeden is getting so big. A couple of weeks ago we converted Braeden's bed to a day bed and he loved it from the very first moment. Look at this cheesy grin. This photo was taken before Dad even got all the bolts in place.

We did go through a week of getting up at 6am but that seems to have worked itself out.

I love being able to get in my bed and have access to my pacifier.

The truth is, we have a hard time keeping him out of his room.

Back on the Home Front

Dad plays softball on Wednesday nights. Braeden gets to go if the game is at 630 or 730 and he always has a blast. Here is Dad..a.k.a ..the blur..running to first base after a hit. Dad is about the only person that ever gets on base for our team but we watch just the same.

This day was particularly muddy. I wanted to spend my time chasing two blondes from the concession stand but mom insisted we come watch Dad. She really knows how to ruin a good time.

Visiting the last of the greats on dad's side

Here I am visiting with Great grand Ma Haller. I even gave up hugs and kisses before I left.