Tuesday, April 24, 2012

I'm dedicating this one to my favorite 3rd party candidate -- my brother

Drew is a cutie petutie. Sorry if that's spelled wrong. I've been looking back at the last 12 months of blog posts, and I've come to realize that Drew has gotten shafted. I was so, so active blogging in the first 18 months after my birth -- my most creative and productive phase to date -- so I have a great record of my activities, but Drew is suffering from the second baby syndrome where there's a lot less proof of his existence. So, I present to you, some recent pictures of my incredible adorable brother, who I love to knock over and urge to do bad things like drop food on the floor and stand on tables.








I feel the need to admit that for his first 6 months I thought he kind of looked like a partially re-inflated California Raisin. But he keeps getting cuter each month.


Separately, we just returned from a fantastic vacation to Mexico, to a town called Mazatlan, which is somewhere between Panama and Wyoming. According to my parents, it was the least productive vacation they'd ever taken -- no major treks to centuries-old ruins, no major shopping excursions, no boatrides to far-off islands -- just beach, pool and eat. Beach, pool, eat. I thought it was glorious. I think my parents did too.


Just like in our country, Mexico is going through its own election season right now, and it seems like every single candidate has signs and billboards up that say, in Spanish, "yes we can." I wonder where they got that from. Given recent history, maybe they should change it to "Yes we can, but only if you also elect a legislative body that agrees with me." That's not very catchy though.

On the way down to Mazatlan, we stopped in Los Angeles for Passover and I saw may cousins, aunt and uncle and grandparents. We did lots of stuff during the 36 hours we were there, but my favorite was traintown!
Here's a picture of me with Sam, Ryan and Uncle Jeff in a very cool locomotive there.


One morning my big cousin Sam crawled into the pack 'n play with Drew. He used to do that with me! I was jealous.



Then we were off to the airport -- I had my awesome tiger carry-on that I pulled around the airports and always got these looks where middle aged women paused and said "awwwww." I need to remember that if I ever need a cougar, I'll bring my tiger.


Like I said, we spent a lot of time on the beach, playing in the sand and in the water, and especially collecting seashells. Every time I picked one up, I showed it to everyone!









And one of the last nights there, I went to a kids party and got to whack the Pinata -- I didn't break it, but I definitely scared it.


All in all, it was a wonderful vacation!

Love,
Spencer



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