Who's That Behind Those Foster Grants?

I had no clue that they still made Foster Grants glasses.  Sure enough, there's a giant floor display of them at the pharmacy at Ralph's.  As you can see, Nicholas and his mother were having quite a good time while John was pushing the buttons on the blood pressure monitor and I was paying the bill.

Lunch at Tony P's

To celebrate our anniversary, we took the boys to Tony P's for lunch.  As usual, Nicholas didn't want to eat anythign other than bread, cheechas, and milk.  Thankfully, all three are on the menu at Tony P's, so he was quite happy.  He also received a little bit of vanilla ice cream as a treat for being so good.  Actually, when we got there, he was a bit of a terror and throwing things all over the place, but that changed as soon as we got some bread.

Thank you Tony P's for your yummy bread!!

El Pescadito Chico

Our little man loves the water.  You can't keep him away from it.  On nights where we are too tired to give him a bath, he gets very upset because he's not getting a tubby.

When I was younger, I was like that.  They called me, "Pescadito" (Little Fish).  I think it's quite appropriate to call our Nicholas by the name, Pescadito Chico, since he still so small.

He got very upset when I took him out of the wading pool this afternoon when it was nap time.  His good buddy, Papi, calmed him down and got him to sleep.  Thank you Papi!

Happy Father's Day Papi

Nicholas Loves Trader Joe's

He's not much of a fan of the samples.  That's John's thing.  he really loves the new items that we try out.  Yesterday, we picked up some great kettle chips and sure enough, our boy was double fisting like it was the greatest thing ever.  Plus, the staff really like him.  They remember him quite well and always try to get him to smile.  The store in Hollywood is AWESOME!!

The Little Screamer

Our boy is quite vocal about everything.  If he sees a train, he says "choo choo."  If he sees something that it round (eg. an orange), he starts screaming "ball".  Much to my surprise, our Nicholas likes to call out to his brother all the time.  I first noticed this on Thursday of last week.  I was leaving my parents' house and said, "Bye, John."  In a corner of the room, I hear, "Jahn!  Jahn!"  He was calling out to John.  I swear this little man is going to be even more talkative than his cousins and his brother.  That one is hard to believe, but I can see it.

Not Feeling It

We went to the Hollywood Farmer's Market to pick up some produce today.  We had a great time at the ice cream stand.  John enjoyed the samples, but our little one just didn't feel like it.  I gave him a strawberry and he just kept on rubbing it on his lips and smelling it.  I felt bad because I couldn't find any samples (bread) that he'd like.  Anyway, we headed over to Trader Joe's to get something and I got him a very nice croissant.  He was happy with that.

Nicholas and Daddy Lunch

I had the great pleasure of having lunch with Nicholas all by myself yesterday. Maureen took John to "More Fountain" for some lunch, but Nicholas and I stayed home. I had baked a homemade pizza on Thursday night. It was ok, but Nicholas seemed to like it. He also seemed to like spilling his milk, but that's nothing new. If he isn't spilling something on himself, he's not being Nicholas Edward Gonzalez.

Not a Fan of the Yellow Balloon

Our Nicholas is not a big fan of the Yellow Balloon. He likes all the toys and the fun; however, he hates gettting his hair cut. Sadly, I'm the one who has to sit in the chair and try to restrain him as the stylist cuts his hair. If it were up to me, I'd give him a buzz, but Maureen and Grammy do not like that look. When we did that to John's hair, neither was happy. I was fine with it since it was fast and easy. Sometimes, we need to think of function over form.

He did get to enjoy a nice bit of milk and some muffin at The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf after he was shorn. As we waited to cross the street, he wanted to push the button to signify that we wanted to cross the street. He even said, "Ding Dong" as if it were a door bell. That boy has quite the imagination.

The Cheese Lover

If all else fails in life, I do know that our Nicholas loves cheese. He can just eat it all day and never grows tired of it. We'll give him blocks of chedder and he just eats it like a little mouse. If he ever comes over to your place, please be ready with the cheese.