My son was watching me re-organize my fort in dojo mojo
So he quickly ran into the living room to build his own…
And here is hiding during an attack…
My son was watching me re-organize my fort in dojo mojo
So he quickly ran into the living room to build his own…
And here is hiding during an attack…
My wife keeps chickens to feed my fresh egg habit. One of our favorite chickens, used as a pet by our son, died of an infection a few days ago.
Fortunately a replacement stood in immediately… after all the replacement doesn’t become soup…
One of the games launched this year is Battlestone. A critically well received game where the player navigates through levels swiping and destroying monsters and these purple spires.
Below you can see a hero destroying three spires.
So here’s my son doing the same thing…
Here’s a video, that I am sure my son will regret I ever posted, and then be delighted that I did:
He turned 3. And it’s a good thing to turn 3. And it’s a happy thing to turn 3.
Nicholas wanted blue and green ice cream. Pick colors not flavors. So much simpler than flavors.
One of the coolest parts about living in the bay area is that we get to celebrate Holi. After too many years of missing the fun, Nicholas and I went to party at Stanford organized by Asha.
Nicholas had a blast.
First there was just the fun of throwing colors. We eventually figured out that you don’t shove it in people’s mouth, but spread it on their cheeks and say “Happy Holi”.
Then we had ate some super-tasty and spicy Indian food. Nicholas ate some biryani. After a few bites he started to cry saying: Mouth hurts. I gave him some raita and promised it would feel better. He didn’t trust me, after all I gave him the rice to begin with. After a sips of raita, Nicholas told me: Mouth feels better! Then he ate some more rice, complained about his mouth hurting and ate some raita. When we were in the car on the way back Nicholas reassured me that Mouth feels better.
Finally we sprayed water at each other using water guns. It was a complete messy blast.
Arriving home we discovered that the colors are a little bit more resistant to water that I thought. After a thorough scouring we got – kinda – clean.
Yesterday we took a day off to go skiing or skiiting as Nicholas likes to call it.
He could move forwards and hang on to go downwards.
I am worried because he kept wanting to go off trail… He was so frustrated when I said that the area cordoned off was off limits.
It was a great day at Dodge Ridge.