Attack of the killer shrimp!!

Don't worry, Noah enjoyed it.

Dance, Baby, Dance!!!

I don't care what you all have to say. I did NOT teach this kid how to dance. Repeat. I did NOT teach this kid how to dance.


Did you see the squinty look on his face? Not my squinty look.


I'm pretty sure that Nana is looking at Noah and thinking, "what is he DOING?"


I. DON'T. KNOW. But, whatever it is, he means business. I feel some big moves coming on... Wait for it. Wait for it. Okay, son. Break out the big moves.



YEAH! I didn't get the finale, unfortunately. I was laughing too hard.


I didn't teach Noah how to take pictures, either. Real Asians know how to take pictures. Right, mom?

I think he was aiming for Auntie Tina and Romnel, but it's hard to tell for sure.


Another one of Auntie Tina, but I have NO idea who is sitting next to her.


Yes, that's Noah's finger. Yes, Auntie Tina's eyes are closed.


We're making some serious progress. No finger in the shot, head mostly included. Nice.



I swear that kid who was dancing in those earlier pictures was wearing these same shorts.

This one's for you, Auntie Tina!

Father's Weekend

Father's Day wasn't really Father's Day for the Dizon-Maughan/Maughan family. We had to celebrate ALL WEEKEND. Which was fine with me - you know how much I like going out.

Saturday we had a nice little barbeque with James's friend Cabbot. The day was really rainy, but we made the best of it by going to some outdoor adventure festival thing. Noah made a birdhouse and played miniature golf.


Sunday we started the day off by going to Market Street Grill for Father's Day brunch. Father's Day isn't known for it's brunches, but in my family, when it's papa who always makes breakfast, brunch is a big deal.



(Speaking of brunch, this is the kind of stuff James makes for us. And it was yummy.)



After brunch, we drove to Provo to spend some time with Grandma and Grandpa. Noah found this nice, comfortable chair on the porch.

And it was just right.

Congratulations, CHANEL!!!!

First, let me say how proud we are of Chanel! She graduated from Mountain High School this past week and James, Noah, Tina and I were able to celebrate with her, her parents and brother Brian.



This picture was taken post-graduation ceremony, which was only an hour and 45 minutes long. Thank goodness for small graduating classes!

Notice the smile on her face? If the ceremony had been any longer, I can guarantee you, she wouldn't have been smiling.





After the ceremony we went to Teppenyaki for some YUMMY Japanese food and entertainment (of course).


Uncle Totoy even goes for the inanimate ones:



You should've seen THIS guy: he was flipping around eggs, cracking them on his flipper thinger, dancing around, it was great. Now, I know what you are thinking - that is what they are SUPPOSED to do, but seriously, this guy had some real energy!



And of course, the obligatory shrimp catching.
Look at Tina's face. Wonder what she's thinking...

Even Noah tried to catch shrimp in his mouth. This is the ONLY picture I took:
He's ducking the shrimp...


After all the excitement, Noah was ready to go home.
This is his "please-mama-get-me-out-of-this-highchair" face.


We're very proud of your accomplishments, Chanel - CONGRATULATIONS!!!

It's mostly bread!

This is why you can't give a two year old a doughnut for breakfast:

James, being the best daddy in the world, knows that doughnuts first thing in the morning aren't good for little rambunctious two year old boys. James, being the best daddy in the world who just so happens to have purchased some yummy doughnuts and wanted to eat one of those aforementioned doughnuts, tried to do what any reasonable parent would do - he tried to scarf one down without Noah catching him. He wasn't fast enough. Noah saw the contraband goody and told James that he wanted one for breakfast, too. James, knowing that he can't tell Noah no doughnuts for breakfast after he was caught having one for breakfast allowed Noah a few bites from his nearly finished doughnut.

This is a summary of the conversation that occured at LolaBe and LoloNes's house:

LolaBe: Did Noah eat breakfast this morning?
James: *pause* Yes. (Careful not to divulge any information about WHAT Noah had for breakfast.)
Noah: No, Papa! I had a doughnut - that's not breakfast!

Da Plane! Da Plane!!

We took Noah to his first airshow at Hill Air Force Base this past weekend. We saw planes, more planes and louder planes. And a lot of shirtless people. All men. All sweaty. All disgusting. Noah didn't pay any heed to them - there were far more interesting things to see:

Helicopters:
Jeeps:


And of course, airplanes:


We also saw this weird midget guy:



And after all that excitement, Noah just had to spend time in his new favorite spot in our house: