EIGHTEEN MONTHS OLD?

Can anyone believe we have an eighteen month old frozen-tot gipper amongst us? Not us. The other night Daddio and I climbed into bed and, after a moment to catch our breath(s), we both said something to the effect of, Wow. Vanessa knows more than we thought she did.

So I've not posted because we've been out straight with activities, visitors, visiting, and, well, a heat wave. Officially, it was 115, but our stucco house seems to trap and radiate heat. It was so hot I didn't even bother running our portable air conditioner: I felt it perhaps irresponsible and even futile to use up all that energy during the day.

One of the days, I put Vanessa in the car and drove around for hours with the A/C on. It was really hot. Another day, the heat got to "Uncle" Chris so he got a haircut, Chez Jacques.

Luckily, we live 100 yards from God's air conditioner, the ocean. Can you say Las brisas del mar?

Lest I forget, here are some of VH1's newest tricks:

- Favorite food is salsa.

- Favorite phrase is "Come on!" (pronounced with a hint of disbelief).

- New trick is dipping food - then feeding it to someone else.

- Another new trick is grabbing an adult by the finger and dragging them to see [something], saying, "Come on!"

- She can hang by her hands on the monkey bars at gymnastics.

- She runs.

- She helps apply sunscreen on her arms and legs.

- Her mother entered her in the Cutest Kid in America contest on http://www.parents.com/ (go vote for her if you think she's cute). Ellen suggested this of Vanessa - thanks, Ellen! Try this link:

http://www.parents.com/app/sharemy/photoDetails.jsp?photoId=211700181&fromSearch=true

If that doesn't work, go to the site and select Photo Contest, then Cover Search, then type in "Starlet" to find Vanessa's pictures. So far, I think only her dad and I have voted for her...

Here is a rundown of some of the visitors we've had or visiting we've done since Grandma Patty and Auntie Anne left town:

- Gerri and Paolo came back through, wearing their "Jack Hoyt Shorts" (long, plaid shorts - a term they coined on our Mediterranean cruise in 2003).

- "Auntie" Nell has been injured, so she wasn't able to train through the U.S. Olympic Trials. Instead, in a few short weeks she has landed herself an L.A. modeling career complete with a women's fitness magazine cover shoot, and a man. Her man, Braidy, came by to show us how to eat man-burgers and stretch. He's a pro volleyball player (and high school science teacher on the side). Aren't they hot?

See Nessa getting some modeling tips from Nell...

- SPU grad Bjorn Bostrom and chiropracty classmate Jordan spent a few days with us before we left on our road trip to Oregon. Bjorn and Jordan agreed to soak up the California sun, surf and sand as our house sitters. They were already exercising, massaging and adjusting Milo and Max. Nope. The pets won't be missing us this week!

- We spent one night with Granny Ernestine and SPU/Cal Poly student Bridgette Sexton was there, sleeping on the couch until she starts rolling out the Benjamins from her new job at Google. It was the eve of Daddio's 44th birthday, so Granny rolled out a birthday cake and candles, and recounted how, 44 years ago, she was overdue with her 7th child, so Jack's dad put her on the back of his motorcycle to buzz around. Sure enough, Ernie went into labor.

- The next day - Daddio's birthday - we drove through the Bay Area fire haze to sizzling hot Ashland, Oregon to stay with "Uncle" Pete and "Auntie" Michelle. They have brand new twins, Juliette and Amelia, who are so exquisite we wanted to run away with them. Of course I also threatened to run away with big brother Graeham, who turned 4 this week. It was a full house, as "Uncle" Johnny, "Auntie" Rennie and Pete's parents Mack and Marcia were also visiting. Jack, Johnny, Rennie, and Pete were freshman together, so it was oh so fitting to sing happy birthday all together, with our little babies all around us.

Saturday we finally arrived in Eugene, Oregon for the U.S. Olympic Trials. Here are Daddio's elite athletes, Sharon Day, Chris Randolph, and Aris Borjas, hamming it up with Vanessa. They compete in the high jump, decathlon, and javelin respectively. See them here, at one of their last practices before Oregon:

Vanners was afraid of Aris's muscly hug. Well, really Aris held her at arm's length the way you hold a giant, nubby toad who's likely to whiz all over you. Nanners, being part dog, smells fear, I think. This shot cracks me up.

P.S. This post has taken me several days to publish because we've been running so hard at the Trials. My next post will be all about the Trials...