The Dirty Boy Who Could

This is the boyfriend of my five-year-old dreams:

He always had a real rebel style.....

Here are some things he liked:

He still likes sleeping.  Sometimes I think he would never get out of bed if someone didn't tell him it's time to get up. He still likes sweets, but he won't often buy them.  When he does though, they are gone in 60 seconds.

He are some things he didn't like:

He has since started liking or at least tolerating broccoli and tomatoes

Here is his family:

He's got some flyin' sisters and some spacial planning problems.

Here is one of his first acrostic poems:

In summary: He is athletic, he runs fast, he eats a lot, he does what he is told (this is true), and he reads books (this is a lie).

Him from his perspective:

He really likes his cousin Tommy and he wouldn't change a thing about himself...including handing in incomplete homework assignments.

Three words that describe him:

Fast, Smart, Weird.....still applicable

This is his happy place:

A brown spot on a diving board.... hope that represents you...

His piano aspirations:

A professional piano player indeed...not aperfeshinal speller, however.

First three sentences off the top of his head? Go!

I agree with the teacher on this one

This one's a little better:

First haiku hybrid:

Apparently his favorite movie was "Look Who's Talking?"

 

The gardening side of Trevor has yet to blossom:

But he also has an artististic side:

Frank Viola from the Minnesota Twins anyone?....yea, I have no idea either.

And he sure loves his poetry:

Peter Pumpkin sat on a porch. Peter Pumpkin fell on a horse.  Peter Pumpkin fell off the horse.  And landed on the porch.

He writes letters to service men:

what a nice guy

And his sister writes letters to him:

Nothin' like a good sister to call it like it is...

When asked to write a paragraph about his favorite pet he replied:

jokester

His birthday requests are still the same:

   One year I got him 40 bags of loops, he was disappointed..... The third one is always easy. Even if I get him nothing, at least it isn't clothes.

Him in his own words:

And this is how he ended up out west:

Trevor never went on plane until he was 20 something years old.... But a boy can dream...

Whalecome to Santa Barbara

Ok, so the well awaited last-day-of-the-family-vacation photos are a month late.   Sue me.  I was side-tracked by the work month from hell.  If only this blog could pay my bills and I wouldn't have to work for the man and could just sit on the other side of this laptop all day entertaining you fine folks... a girl can dream....

Anyway, here are the photos:

On the last day the female family (minus the baby) and their associated male counterparts boarded a whale watching cruise, The Condor Express, out of the Santa Barbara harbor.

In this photo Trevor explains how whales use their back muscles to breach out of the water....

just kidding, Trevor is just an animated guy and talks with his hands

Here we are cozying up for a coffee:

And the rest of the trip was really boring and everyone fell asleep:

Just kidding!!!  How could this be boring?!

We left the harbor and within 30 seconds saw a group of sea lions on a buoy:

This may seem special to tourists, but the locals know they are always  there!

Here we are all bundled up waiting for some action:

Ahhh young love:

Then we stopped by one of the oil rigs scattered up the coast of Santa Barbara:

there's oil in these waters!

In the distance the captain spots a flock of pelicans and a  "mega pod" of 1,000+ dolphins heading for it:

this is better than Sea World

We are in hot pursuit:

 This is what all the action was about:

Mom approved:

Then the dolphins tried to race the boat:

Then we left the dolphins to cruise around a little more...

We took the boat out to the Channel Islands:

We eventually saw a pod of grey whales, but sorry... I didn't get any good pictures.  Luckily google has a plethora of good whale pictures.

They caught this humpback catching some air:

 

And snapped this blue whale right after it was born:

 

 They found this one at the bottom of the ocean:

And snapped this shot of  killer whale having fun with a dolphin:

This was not fun for the dolphin

Can't go wrong with a Beluga:

I feel like I know this guy...

 And my personal favorite, the mythical Narwhal

Just plain biazzare...

After the boat we headed off to the Ellwood Butterfly Preserve for some flying insect action:

Fun fact:  Monarch butterflies are the only insect to migrate up to 2,500 miles to get out of the cold weather and hibernate.  But not all monarch butterflies migrate; only the fourth generation of monarchs can migrate each year because the first three generations die after about six weeks from escaping their cocoons.

Those clusters on the tree branches aren't all leaves... they are hundreds of thousands of butterflies!

Then we walked to the bluffs to see what the Pacific was up to:

It's a tough life we lead....

 

So...who wants to visit next?