It's a Jungle Out There!

...and I've been attacked by a giant tree frog!


I'm not quite sure what to make of him. Sure, he's cute. But still -- shouldn't there be some form of protection for me and my little stroller against such a clearly evil critter?

The Little Drummer Boy!

I'm taking music lessons. Well, drumming lessons, actually -- daddy brought me home a large drum! It's fun to beat on it, making all sorts of lovely noise to keep mommy and daddy entertained. I can't believe they didn't get me one of these sooner!

I started out just playing it with my hands. It made noise.

But that wasn't sufficient. So, I took a spoon and really started to bang on it!

I just want to bang on my drum all day!!

Model Boy!

Mommy says I'm a model boy.

So, here is Spencer, showing off his new mega-cute sweater. It's clearly the latest in fashion, featuring a nice knit texture and a delicious tasting sleeve (which he sucks on regularly). He's sporting sporty baby socks which keep his feet toasty warm.


The comfy chair is from Babies-Iz-Me, with bright colors to keep a little guy entertained, and a body hugging, form fitting spongy seat to keep 'thy bottom at the peak of cuteness!



If only I had a nice glass of Chateau Meuuu Meuuu le Cow '09 to go with it!

A Baby Prison!

Can you believe it?

They erected a miniature Baby Prison in the kitchen! Now, I know that mommy and daddy have lots of things to do there, but still, throwing me in a little jail cell? They stand over me like guards, at times, even armed with kitchen knives!


Okay, yea, it is the kitchen, but where is my one phone call? My Miranda rights? The Red Cross packages? Huh? At least give me some pots and pans so I can MAKE SOME NOISE!

Winter means...

...that I'm going to have to look like an anorexic version of the Michelin Man?!? Wait, it can't be that bad! If I have to wear things like this, there is no way I'll ever get a date! The embarrassment of being seen as a giant deflated marshmallow takes any of this "romantic" notion that one might have about winter and makes it vanish...

If I could do something about this -- say, like, throw something round and cold at my parental units to express my dissatisfaction with this silly suit -- then maybe they'd listen to me! But sadly, I have the distinct feeling I'm going to get paraded around all the stores wearing this for the next 6 months of my life...

Good Eats ... Bitter Disappointment!

Daddy got home last night a bit early. We started to play in front of the television, but since nothing good was on, Daddy started playing back something that was recorded.

The show was "Good Eats".

They were doing ... A Real MAN's Breakfast!

Coffee. Bacon. Potatoes. Eggs.

Everything looked delicious. I could almost smell the dark brewed coffee coming out of the television. Then the bacon. OOOOoooooooo....I think that goes right up there with "Pizza" and "Ice Cream" as to thing I would like to consume. And when properly cooked (in a Waffle Iron, none the less!) it should be fantastic! Hash browns cooked in a cast iron pan -- which, would make an excellent noise maker, I'll have to keep that in mind -- crispy and looking fantastic. And lastly, two eggs... So, I now know how to cook breaky properly!

Following the show, Daddy sat me in my little high chair. I figured I was going to get REAL MAN'S FOOD for once. Alas, it was something green and mushy and I'm sure it wouldn't qualify as "Good Eats" no matter what you did with it. I cried. And Cried. AND CRIED.

So, Mr. Brown ... how about a show where you teach my Daddy how to make Good Eats for me?!?

Playtime!

Just a couple happy playtime photos. Yes, I'm an extremely happy little dude. And I do love my playtime. Laughing, giggling and abusing my toys makes for a great day! It's almost as fun as playing with my two Zombie attendants! Shame I kinda let them sleep ... I guess I'll just have to come up with a new Evil Plot...