Hammond Family Reunion 2008

We all met in Costa Mesa this year, and it was so fun to spend time with all the family! I don't really like taking pictures, and often forget my camera when things get busy, so I missed a lot of great photo ops. Here are a few I managed to capture.

Andrew, Willa and I got the jump on everyone else in CM, so the kids got some great time to themselves with Grammy and Papa. After the requisite chocolate cake was made, Andrew did everything he could do to "help" Papa with his chores, from mowing the lawn to trips to Home Depot.





















Willa made her own fun, gathering toys and other things (note the tape) and singing and talking non-stop. This trip she started really using her imagination. She had tea parties, made her My Little Ponies take baths and go to bed, and everything talked and walked and got its diaper changed. I tried to get some video of her games, but if she so much as smells the camera she drops what she's doing and says "cheese".











Andrew had the best time with his cousins Ben and Zach. He and Zach destroyed every bad guy that had the audacity to enter Grammy's house under their watch, and Andrew had his very 1st sleep over at Zach's house. Once Ben arrived, the poor kid had to endure the full force of Andrew's affection, which knows no boundaries. I don't know how Ben survived a full week of chasing, snuggling (the spooning in bed was actually very cute), and parroting. As an example of Andrew's lack of personal boundaries, he struck up a conversation with and gave a hug to every single person who entered the house, whether they were family, neighbors, or salesmen (Sal the window guy got a Spanish lesson as well).


A successful day at the park always ends in very red, sweaty faces.



Little starlots.


No trip to CA would be complete without a stop at the Big A. Of course, Willa is scared to death of fireworks, so from the moment we entered the stadium and the game started she was DONE. Around the 8th inning I finally managed to coax her -- unwillingly -- to our seats. Hence the binky and pouty face.