The Dirty Look

He started practicing the "dirty look" when he was quite young. (Here it is at 7 months.)

It became more pronounced over the summer...

And now it is a daily (hourly) occurrence. We don't know where he learned it. We don't look at him this way!

The only person I've never seen him give "the look" to is Emma. For some reason, it is especially pronounced around Tyler. The last time they were over, Johnny was accidentally knocked down by another child. Mid-cry, he caught site of Tyler and had to stop crying in order to pause and cast a sufficiently dirty look in Tyler's direction before he resumed his sobbing.

You always know where you stand.

Simmons, Party of One

When John and I first started dating, he had this cartoon hanging on his fridge that had a picture of a man waiting to be seated at a restaurant. He had a party hat on, and he was dancing. The hostess was calling out, "Simmons, party of one!" I wish I could find that cartoon. It was priceless.

On Sunday, Johnny was finally old enough to be in the nursery by himself. After Relief Society, I ran up to check on him, looking through the one-way glass. All of the children were quietly sitting at a table eating their snack except Johnny. He was halfway across the room. I guess he discovered how to slide down the indoor slide all by himself. He climbed the ladder, carefully got his feet out in front of him so he could sit down (yikes--that's the tricky part where he nearly tumbled backwards a couple of times), slid partway down the slide until he couldn't hold on to the sides anymore, paused for a moment to work up his courage to finally let go, and slid the rest of the way down shrieking "Wwhhheeeeeee!" As his little bum hit the floor (1 second later because the slide is only 3 feet off the floor), he burst out laughing, then he hopped up and ran as fast as he could to do it again, and again, and again.

Simmons, party of one.

Paradise

We took a little family vacation to paradise...Caladesi Island near Dunedin, Florida. Kevin and I discovered this place years ago when my parents were living in Tampa, Florida while my dad was the LDS mission president there. It is one of my favorite places on earth, so I wanted to take John and Johnny there. I think they loved it, too!


There are many things to love about the island, but one of the best features is that there are so few people there. You have to take a ferry over and they control how many people are on the island at one time. Here is a picture of Johnny waiting for the ferry.


Johnny with sea oats in the background. He was most fascinated with the birds.

John took him for a ride on the boogie board.

The sand is as fine as sugar.

Did you notice the bird diving in the ocean behind us?

John went on a fishing trip and caught a trophy sized flounder. They don't call him "Kingfish" for nuttin'!

There was a wonderful pool at the condo that we had all to ourselves.

Johnny loved his little float.

We borrowed Tucker's sun shirt and bathing suit (with the most important drawstring). Johnny's a skinny little guy and the swimsuits we bought for him just had elastic at the waist. After I tried them on him, I realized they would never have worked.


The birds were amazing.

Aahhh...we'll miss Caladasi. There's nothing better than sunset at the beach.