This is Jericho and his cousin wearing a couple of my hats. Handsome little fellas.
I'm sure this was his favorite position in his mommy's tummy, too. Here he is watching Toy Story. And of course, it wouldn't be a good time without "Pobo," his polar bear. (We've had it since before he was born. Was a gift from one of his honorary uncles.)
I feel kind of bad now, looking at this one. I actually WANTED him to bawl like crazy on Santa's lap. For some reason, I thought that would make the classic first Santa photo. And it does. But I still feel bad. Look at the poor kid!
Jericho's affinity for all things Toy Story. He now has a Buzz costume. A few Woody toys, and too many Buzz Lightyear toys to count.
Just lying on Grandpa and Grandma's lawn on a Summer evening. I miss his long hair. We've cut his hair two or three times. We both agree it makes him look so grown up, which we sort of don't love. I'm fighting for letting him grow the long hair again.
Jericho and Grandma's kitty, Teeny.
What a cool kid.
Anyway, I just didn't have much to say this week about school. It came and went this week. Fridays still suck, with a 10 1/2 hour day inside the confinements of UVU. This week's Physics lessons were a little more difficult to grasp. I know it is only going to get harder as the semester moves on. I guess I've got to learn to love studying; I am, however, looking forward to the day when I can forget maybe 80% of what I'm learning this semester.
Well, here's to hoping for a great upcoming week; yours and mine.