What I would like to do today
November 13th, 2011 chris 
all things lepard
Tom Splashing
June 10th, 2011 chris
Deano got drunk • Modelo grande.
May 14th, 2011 chrisOur Friend’s dog, Deano, likes to get smashed on the streets of San Francisco. We miss them lots, but they have got to keep Deano’s drinks refreshed…so we don’t see much of them.
Deano got drunk • Modelo grande..
My iron man birthday
May 12th, 2011 chris
Tom gave me an Iron Man toy for my birthday…I don’t think I will get to play with it much!
Christmas…part 1
December 22nd, 2008 sallyThe holiday travels began with a trip to Weatherford to see the Lepard side of the family. We spent a lovely day with all the family opening presents and visiting. We left Weatherford for a nightmare of a journey to Big Springs. As soon as we pulled out of the drive and realized one of the dogs had attacked a carcass. So the first of multiple stops was to pick up air freshener, brushes, coat cleaner. This pitstop was quickly followed by: a gas stop; a quick check of Shawn’s oil level; a pull-off to let Krysten know that seatbelts are not an option; another pitstop to deal with Tom’s overindulgence in fruitloops and mayonaisse fruit salad. The four hour trip was over six hours after it began. Tis the season….
A few of Tom’s favorite things
December 22nd, 2008 sallyTom is crazy about: balls; Trish; waffles; the local park; and dancing. His favorite words are: waffle (or gaffle); Night Night; milk; more; no, no, no; dog; woof woof; juice; ball; and mofo (don’t even ask..if it’s good enough for Governor Perry, it’s good enough for Tom). Here you go, a few of Tom’s favorite things:
October
December 22nd, 2008 sally
The hardest part of 2008 was watching Chris’ dad struggle with cancer. It was difficult to comprehend how quickly his illness progressed. We were fortunate to get to visit him in March and again in August. As soon as Chris got back from England, he flew back and forth from Arizona to spend time with his dad. He was there with his dad, Lisa, and his grandfather on October 2, 2008 when his dad passed away. Tom and I flew out to join the family for the funeral. Although it was obviously a very emotional time, we enjoyed getting to spend time with Great Grandparents Lepard—and Tom got his first proper haircut alongside his dad.
England ’08
December 22nd, 2008 sallyIn September, we headed back to England so Tom could visit with his British side of the family. It was a busy two weeks and Tom was a real trooper. He was a star on the journey home and during all our visiting with friends and family. Here are some photos:
Happy 1st Father’s Day
June 15th, 2008 sally
So Chris get’s to celebrate his first Father’s Day today–after he opened Tom’s gifts (a tie, a knife, a blender/chopper, and a new coffee carafe), we made coffee and went and sat in Trish and Sandy’s ‘cold-tub’. A perfect Father’s Day morning. Chris liked all his pressies–Tom went a bit overboard as he felt bad that Chris only get’s to celebrate once a year whereas I get to celebrate both British Mother’s Day and American Mother’s Day. After coffee in the cool-tub it was back to reality. Chris has just finished mowing the lawn and cleaning the kitchen.
I haven’t posted for a long time so I’m trying to think of all the things that have been going on in the past couple of months. Tom has started to cruise around the house like a pro. He’s pulling himself up on everything: the sofa, the coffee table, Jack and Mickey. He’s also blabbering a lot more but the only words he consistently says are ‘dog’ and ‘Jack’. Anything with four legs is a dog or “Dack”. He attempts to mimic words so Chris and I are trying to cut down on the naughty language–I don’t know why we bother as a certain relative (on Chris’ side, of course) gets great pleasure in trying to get Tom to say bizarre stuff. I really don’t want to have to report on this website that his first words were “numb nuts”.
On the minor accident front, he’s had his first big bruise falling from the window seat in his room and head-butting the floor before I could grab him. We put him in the England Rugby shirt that Katie and Dale brought back from their trip home and he looked like a right bruiser. The photo I sent to Grandma to thank her for a shirt was received with a mildly panicked reaction. When I talked to her on the phone she admitted that her first thought of seeing the photo was “Oh God, I’ve got a cock-eyed Great Grandson”. She was rather relieved when she read the note that told of me dropping him on his head.
Tom’s also become quite the regular at our local bar, Nomads. It’s a nice little neighborhood place that reminds me a bit of the atmosphere in a pub–local neighbors and friends hanging out without the express intention of getting drunk (not to say that it doesn’t happen unintentionally).
Tom is still having a blast at his daycare. His best friend is Mark and he’s really into his teachers, Deanna and Donna. They are down to earth and really easy-going. The only time they complain is when Tom eats all the fries in their Happy Meals. Talking of food, we have yet to find anything that Tom does not like to eat. He has tried Mexican, Thai, and Indian curries and doesn’t even flinch. We’re going to try him on black pudding and luncheon tongue when we go to England in September–surely he won’t like that.
