I figured it out!

It's a little unorthodox, but it works.

10 things Warren's into

1. Grunting/growling/barking...He makes more wild animal sounds than people sounds. The barking is pretty funny, though.

2. Face diving into his blankets. He'll crawl to wherever they are on the floor and instead of picking them up, just plants his face into the ground and rubs it back and forth. He also tries to crawl around with it in his teeth - it's not working out so well for him

3. Clapping by holding one hand still and banging it with the other in a circular motion. (Kinda like that dance where you're pretending to be spanking someone...)

4. Feather duster

5. Cheerios

6. Being naked (He gets the exhibitionist in him from his dad's side of the gene pool, I'm sure)

7. Toilet paper

8. Otter Pops (thanks Wray and Natalie!)

9. The dancing bunny Grandma sent for Easter. (All we have to do is sing the song, and he takes off looking for it, it's cute)

10. Crawling away or turning his head every time I say the word "kisses". Rude, huh?? I just have to steal them :(

FEATHER DUSTER!!

Finally he claps! Even if he does it a little differently. He just thinks outside of the box! :)

Good Habit: Vitamin C

Bad Habit - Heavy Whipped Cream

Hooray for Petting Zoos!

We (along with Uncle Wray and Aunt Natalie) patronized the Boulder County Fair this weekend. Which is basically a cowboy and white trash festival. But our $5 entrance fee was not a waste: there was a petting zoo. Warren loved it. I think. At least he acknowledged them.llama (or "alpaca" as we were corrected)

goat #1

goat #2

a camel! (It looks like Taylor is enjoying this more than Warren)

yay! pigs!

Is this not the saddest piggy you've ever seen?! It's almost enough to make me swear off pork again. Do fair pigs become bacon? They probably still do, so don't tell me.

Aunt Natalie protecting him from mean, squealy pigs.

If I take the pig and this tractor home with me, I could be a farmer. (That's Wray holding Warren)

The Warczak Farm

So Warren and I were back in Seattle this week, and we got to spend some quality time in my dad's garden. I guess their Stake President asked everyone to start a small garden to promote self-reliance. My dad jumped right in and loves to dink around in our back yard with his fruits and veggies. He has corn, lettuce, green beans, snap peas (my fav!), carrots, radishes, onions, swiss chard, zuchinni, tomatoes, peppers, potatoes, and broccoli growing back there. And he also has strawberries, cherries, and apples. My grandma (in the foreground) made this awesome soup out of all the veggies. Warren got to gnaw on carrots and taters, so he was having a great time as well. Way to go mom and dad (mostly dad, let's be honest) for growing awesome food.

Denver Day of Fun!

2 weeks ago, we spent an entire Saturday in Denver. What a cool city we're going to live in! We started out at the zoo. Warren liked the animals OK, but was more interested in the kids, the leaves, and trying to get out of his stroller unnoticed. He's a sneaky one, this kid. He has this whole maneuver where he flips, slides, squats, and finally ends up standing on the ground while holding on to the stroller. Houdini! But his ticket is free, so it's cool that he wasn't as enthralled as we were. It's a great zoo, they have everything.
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Our little escape artist at work. But as always, he stops for a quick pose.

Bear

Warren wasn't even impressed with the Kamodo Dragon. Usually they sit and do nothing, but this fella was into our baby. Too bad he couldn't repay the favor.

He did like and look at the snake. It doesn't even look like there's glass between Warren and the deadly cobra. Scary!

Later in the day, we stopped by the company picnic and hung out with some people from Taylor's job. They had carnival games, music, and really good food. It was great. And Warren got this stylist hat (I rocked a airbrush tattoo, by the way) that he liked to chew on. Made me ridiculously nervous that it was going to pop in his face. It didn't, don't worry.

We continued our day of fun with some self-guided tours around the suburbs of Denver. Scary that we'll have to find a place to live and eventually a place to buy and we can pick anywhere. Being a grown up is hard because you have to make decisions. No me gusta. But we found some nice areas. Then we went to a Rockies game! It was great, we won. Nice end to the day!
I don't even know what that face is for. No one else is cheering. Don't judge us because our baby's shirt is messy. It was really hot, so Warren decided to barf all over himself to cool off. The only spare clothes I had in my bag were warm jammies, so we opted just to take off the shirt and let him hang out in his white trash glory.