Fiesta Amarillo

That means "Yellow Party" for all you gringos out there. It's exactly what it sounds like and it's exactly what we just had on Saturday to celebrate Marley's first and Harper's third birthdays.

For regular readers of this blog (read: McCall), it is well known that yellow is Harper Jo's favorite color. So her request was to have a yellow party. We asked Marley if he was okay with a yellow party and he didn't object. So we turned our front yard into a yellow paradise. Balloons, streamers, banners, chairs, a yellow pinata, even yellow foods (bananas, pineapples, mac and cheese, corn dogs), and everyone wore yellow!

I don't know if I can adequately describe the scene, so see the photos below:

I just can't get over just how precious the interaction I caught in this series of images is...
My mom, Susan, (who Harper calls "MaMoo") was here in LA for a quick visit to celebrate 3 birthdays --- Marley: May 21st; her own: May 25th; and Harper Jo: May 29th.

Hopefully, Kyle will write some sort of clever recap regarding our big backyard birthday bash. It was really quite the event! (And quite YELLOW!)

Gridiron Girl

I asked Harper if she would like to play football and she said yes. So I threw the ball gently to her and it bounced off her head.

"Hey!" she exclaimed unhappily.

"That's football," I said.

"NO!" she replied emphatically, "That's headball."

Hard to argue with that logic.

Marley Can Walk!

Marley has started experimenting with becoming a full fledged biped! He recently started taking tentative steps and while hanging on to someone's hand could walk pretty well. But over the weekend he really came into his own as a semi-ambulant, stumbling like a sailor on shore leave.

Here to prove his accomplishments are photos of Marley in action (disclaimer: standing may be considered action).




















While the photographic evidence leaves much to the imagination, I can assure you Marley is able to cross our living room with little effort. And he loves it.

Marley smiles and squeals with glee when he walks. He's so proud of himself. Almost as proud as we are.