Helping

I don't have any pictures of this yet but I wanted to document it:

As I was unloading the dishwasher this morning, Matthew heard the clank of plates and came hightailing it around the island and beelined it to the cutlery holder. He started by just picking things out and holding them up for me to see but when he saw me taking silverware out and putting it in the drawer he got right to work. One at at time flung into the drawer up above his head. He did the picking and chucking and I did the organizing. Right down to the very last baby fork.

I managed to capture this while we were skyeping with Nana and Papa. Please know there is usually more parental supervision than this and the steak knives are removed before he starts to help.

Fakin' It

So I have no idea why there is no sound with this video. I took it with my cell phone and as you can see the quality is pretty bad.

Any way, yesterday while skypeing with Nana Matthew was pretending to hit his head on the table and saying OOOWWWW as he threw his hands up.

First Mariner Game

Running around on the top level of the stadium, stopping at all the tables to say hi, running through the one and only puddle in the whole place (which you can see in the background), checking out the birds, pointing out the planes and stopping to listen intently any time a train went by. Man, he is soooo busy.

Looking at the fry eating seagulls and the view with Mummy.

Hey there's one of those crazy birds now. I would like to say for the record that when a seagull poops on you it smells like a poop/puke combo and it has some serious staying power. I know this because Matthew and I got hit, him on the shoulder, me on the FACE!!! Yeah that's right the FACE!!!! As I type this I am still holding down the urge to vomit.

Looking for planes with Daddy.

Enjoying some ball park snacks. After running around and looking at planes and birds and people, oh my. This little guy was HUNGRY

Standing in his very own seat cheering on the home team.

Our view of the park.

Gorgeous sunset over the stadium.

Flirting with the girls a few rows back.

A look at our seats.

Watching the planes flying over the stadium This was at about 9:30 (two hours after bedtime and Matthew was starting to get squirrely) and we decided it was about time to leave.

Grandma Joyce and Matthew. (note, he is rockin' his edmonton eskimo's sweatshirt)

Here is the newest development with our little cutie. A perfect example of what happens when you ask Matthew to "smile". If you can, click on it and view it large and in all its glory.

Future Fisherman