Bronson stands...his ground

This weekend has been a whirlwind adventure of visits and food. Saturday we had brunch with Elaina and Joey and their 5 month old Jesse (aka Bronson's forced best friend). The guys seemed sort of interested in each other, especially to the point that if one ate, the other wanted to, too. We put them down on the ground and harrassed them with pictures as they began to interact. Poor Jesse isn't used to the daily camera onslaught that Bronson has grown accustomed!
Jesse is a month older than Bronson, and quite a long thin fellow. He weighs only one pound less than the B-man, but that is suprising looking at these pictures. Bronson looks like the play mat bully.

Saturday afternoon, after 2 hours at home resting up and watching episodes of Scrubs, we went to a "Make your own omellet" party at [first year astro grad student] Meg's. It was lots of fun, and the omellets were great. I realized while there that there were 5+ languages being spoken in the room of ~ 15 people. That's pretty cool. On that note, I have begun reading Bronson 'Le Petit Prince' for the first (of many) times in his life. Throughout french immersion grade school I think they made us read it 5 times or so, it admittedly got better with every reading. Though it's a simple book I remember that no one really understood it the first 3 times or so. The crazy hippie play that those crazy west coast french people put on for us in grade 6 probably didn't help.

On to Sunday, after catching up on sleep and having my weekly painting time, we attended the Cataclysmic variables soccer game. We won! However we'd had to forfeit because only ~ half of our team showed up. At the end of the game a real wind picked up as we walked home and blew stuff into our eyes. Bronson was nicely protected in his stroller, for probably the last trip facing backwards he'll ever take. The kid's gotten too big and he's moving up to a sitting infant car seat. Oh, also on his list of accomplishments lately; he's been producing [lots of] snot, sleeping well on his own with his door closed, pretending to chew when dad pretends to feed him with a baby spoon and standing on his own while holding on to something. Pretty darn good.