Books

Books are fun. Usually, Mommy lets me pick them out...


And once I get it open, she then reads them to me.


They provide interesting stimulation. Set my mind going. The pretty pictures are always a fav, and the ones that have a nice rhythm to them are really cool.

Somebody call a Doctor -- Seuss, that is!!!!

Exercise Time!

Everyone needs to get lots and lots of exercise. And I'm no exception. Every couple of days, I try to get in a good workout -- and show off my pects in the process!


Lifting heavy and awkward objects, of course, makes me very thirsty. So, I have to break into the refrigerator and steal some of daddy's vitawater.


Yummy! I just can't figure out why they don't give me more of this stuff. Right now, it's just milk, water and the occasional Caffeine-free Diet Coke I steal from the parents!

Mommy's Little Cuteness Monster

Mommy got me this shirt that says "Mommy's Little Monster" on it. Well, unfortunately, I must inform her: I'm her little cuteness monster!

Saying I'm a monster implies I'm destructive. No, it's not like I go around destroying things like my shoes or anything... I'm simply curious!


But when I figure out what things do, I'm a happy and quite cheery little dude.


And definitely a cuteness monster! In fact, it hurts my feelings that someone would think I could be a real monster...

(Besides, I'm not living under your bed or in your closet -- which is where all real monsters reside!)

Hangin' Out...

Typical weekend. It usually starts with me getting up and wandering around in my onesie for a while until Mommy and Daddy decide to get a move on it. Mostly, I just look cute ... but bored!

Or, depending on how long I have to wait for, *very* bored.


Eventually, I get them going and the excitement floods through me!







Of course, the excitement is usually attacking daddy, climbing all over mommy, and terrorizing my various toys!  (Though I do love the park with Grandpa!)

Racing!

Daddy has this old racing cap. In fact, it's so old, it's older then I am! It says "Jaguar" on it. He says its back from the days when Jaguar was still cool. I just like the cat on it!


It's a nice color -- British-Almost-Racing-Green!


When I wear it, it almost makes me look British! Oh, wait ... I *am* British!


But it's cute. Don't you think so?

Milk Break

3:30pm -- Milk Time.

Milk comes from a bottle. None of this "Milk in a sippy cup" thing for me. It's a bottle or else I throw a mega fit!

And what better way to enjoy it? Kick back, relax and lean on mommy! She's a near perfect pillow...which I do mean in a good way.


What more can I say? Now *this* is living!

Self Portraits

Of course, I constantly complain about Daddy and his stoopid camera. But every now and again, I get to play with it and create something artistic! My latest -- a self portrait!


Taking decent pictures of myself is difficult!


But it's still fun!!!

Truckin...

A typical hard day working -- driving my little truck around the house. It's tough work!

It really irks me when people get in my way. 'Specially Daddy with his camera.


But eventually, even daddy gets out of my way and I get to wherever it is I'm going....

Yea, so? I've been busy!

Looking mega-cute takes lots of work!


And, as Daddy keeps saying -- I'm rapidly developing a mind of my own. This means that any attempt to escape me results in my displacing the contents of the kitchen, re-arranging the pantry, distributing my (few) toys to the far corners of reality, and sometimes -- though only sometimes -- getting even cuter!

So, just to be clear...
... I'm baaaaaack!


Wahoo!