Baby Bubble Blower

When Cruz gets a hold of a bubble stick he starts blowing.  Cutest bubble blower I've ever seen.

Big Shot

After leaving Oshyn alone for a bit at the table this is what I found...

When did he learn to write his name without any help?!

The water is warmer on the East Coast

This may only make sense to me and those who were there, but I am so behind on my blog life--this is the most I have energy for...

Click here to see a load of pictures from Cape Hatteras 2008

Thursday: A little standby adventure. I stress the word little (especially after the flight home). We only missed 1 flight! Wahoo! Oshyn and Kobe reunite, the Miller clan.

Friday: Oshyn's 1st time in the water "I'd like to call it the 'sea'" (instead of the ocean...didn't last too long). The salt water in my veins felt at home...ahhhh!

Saturday (and every other day): Swimming ALL DAY---did I say ahhhhh yet? Uncle Chad, Aunt Marcy and Lidi made it along with the May-Millers and Mr. and Mrs. Mars, some nighttime Wii action

Sunday: visiting Cape Hatteras Light House "Bye lighthouse, thanks for letting us visit you!"

Monday: Cruz--a shell connoisseur and sand sifter, Oshyn on a 10 minute bike ride, "I miss Ggma and Ggpa!"  (Wearing his Superman pj's) People we passed by would call him Superman.  "Everyone here knows my name!" 

Tuesday: More shell eating, Oshyn braving the ocean with some swimming, lazy pool day, Cruz a champion floater

Wednesday: "Can I take these to the lighthouse?" Oshyn wanted to bring some silverware to the lighthouse museum...he saw some shipwreck silverware when we were there and thought he'd add to the collection.

Thursday: Cruz's birthday, the super-duper 3 layer "daggie" cake, Oshyn lost at the beach for two minutes=two hours in my heart...Chad running along the ocean yelling "Oshyn!" he he...Oshyn found--he wasn't wearing his glasses so he couldn't see the group.

Friday: Having to put water in every pail when building sand castles & tapping on the sides--I promise Oshyn, Grammie just did that because it was DRY SAND!

Saturday: End of a great week spending the end of the day at the beach--PERFECT water, PERFECT waves, PERFECT weather, and the beach all to ourselves.

Sunday: trek up to Newport News...just kidding, to Yorktown. The Mars took us in

Monday: Longer than they expected :) Didn't even attempt standby, just swam and played with Kelly and Randy (looks like we've successfully birth controlled yet another young couple--dang it)

Tuesday: We missed over a half dozen flights, spent the day in Atlanta crossing our fingers and after a really good prayer, made it on a flight home--after 21 hours of traveling by myself with two little boys and an extreme lack of sleep I vowed never to fly standby again (at least until next month :) It was more than worth it.

Boys night out, Girls night in

The more recent generations of Nobmann's are not what you would call hard core outdoors men. I think we much more enjoy going shopping for camping gear and buying all kinds of toys and gadgets that we will never use but will set us apart from our more primitive camping competitors should we be forced into unchartered territories. But we rarely end up with any competitors at all; b/c camping rarely meets the 2 C's. ( "catered and comfortable"). With my new 4 year old and our two man tent (that I strategically placed on our wedding registry list, to pull at the tender heart strings of my soon to be wife who has fond camping memories with a loving grandfather) we loaded up Daddy's loud truck and found ourselves headed to the deep wilderness. So, about 7 minutes later we pulled up to Tower Park Camp Grounds. We quickly found our spot and planted our Flag. Oshyn was so excited about the tent, he was the best little helper. It also helps that the tent poles closely resemble long swords and spears. We threw up the tent and rolled out the plaid carpet; lets be honest who really wants to step out onto cold damp grass! You say "C'mon that's camping" I say "Just because I'm camping doesn't mean I need to be stupid too". With the tent up and the sleeping bags rolled out Oshyn was ready for bed. He was so excited about being in the tent and in his cozy sleeping bag that at 6:30pm with the sun still blazing and no dinner in his belly, he said: "Dad, lets read some books" which is just another way to say "lets go to bed! " I told him we needed to have dinner first and then we could read Curious George goes Camping; what else do you read when you go camping? After some excellent sausages and some tri-tip tacos we went exploring. Up the hill and out to the dock to see how the fish were doing. Then back to camp to chop some 4x12's for the fire. This blog is brought to you by today's world class lumber yard Golden State Lumber, who provides me with the best possible scraps for firewood and pays me 5 bucks for every-time I mention their name in one of my Blogs. This was the Inaugural father-son's camping trip for us, so Oshyn stayed up until 8:30 and then it was off to bed. I stayed up and talked story around the camp fire and roasted some marshmallows with the rest of the campers. Oshyn woke up with the sun and quickly found the left over marshmallows in an open bag. 9:00 at night or 6:00 am you can't beat a good roasted marshmallow!!! Watch out "Man vs. Wild" here comes the Nobmann boys!

Blog overload coming soon...

In no particular order--just the posts that blogger lets me add pictures to first.

A 356 Weekend

We just got back from a weekend at the "cabin"--Oshyn likes to call it the "cab" and I like to call it the "resort".  If you've been there, you know what I mean.  We got to spend some QT with Beau's Dad, Pop Pop, and his stepmom Susie, Ya Ya, which is always fabulous.  This made our travels complete.  We officially saw all 7 of Oshyn and Cruz's grandparents in the last month.  Crazy, but very cool...(not crazy grandparents, the travels).

Pop Pop entered his 356 Porsche in the West Coast Holiday show in Squaw Valley, Lake Tahoe 

So Saturday morning the boys got the car all presentable and then we 

spent the afternoon checking out all of the vintage Porsches.  

Oshyn informed me that you said Porsche--"Poorsha not just Poorsh".  Thank you.  Pop Pop pointed out some snow that was left on the mountain top nearby.  Oshyn said, "How do you know that it's not bird poop?"  Gotta love him.

Beau's fav

Oshyn's fav

My fav

Other than that, we spent some time at the pool...

playing "bear hockey"... {yet another Oshynism}

(Yes, his mouth is open like that the entire time and yes, we have other pj's--he just won't wear them unless the superman pj's are being washed).

celebrating Pop Pop's 61st b-day  (P.S. His Porsche took 3rd in its class--wahoo!), and just relaxing--with 2 kids that is.

Until the next "ah-cation"

ONE

Cruz turned one on June 5th.  We can hardly believe that a year went that fast, but we are loving his personality and smarty pants that are in full form.  For those of you wondering if he was forever going to be the one-tooth wonder, his top right tooth has finally popped through, making him a 4-toothed man.  Cruz is 99% happy to be a little big man, 1% mad that I've started cutting him off from the food source--at 12 and 4pm those percentages reverse.  I love that you yell "MOM!" to get my attention and when you want to be close you put your back up against us.  We love you--Happy Birthday Cruzer!  

P.S. To all of you paparazzi at his birthday party, send me a CD of your pics--I am lacking for the week and know you have tons.