wheelie thing

hi there,

guess who? My dad has been complaining for a week now about how little sleep he's been getting, so I'm gonna have to take this one. From what I understand I am becoming something of a handful at night. It's just that when I wake up I like to have some company. Fortunately for me I have discovered that a few timely outbursts solve that problem pretty quickly. You see mom and dad are trying to help the boys upstairs understand some basic rules about being quiet after 10pm, so they want me to be kind of quiet then too. Sort of a monkey see, monkey do thing. So, a few well-timed shouts from me and I get lots of fun late night attention.

Dad was away all weekend with his friends, supposedly on a ski weekend, though I now hear he didn't do any skiing because it was so windy the chairlifts were closed. So I guess he and his friends simply continued their tradition of (barely) trying not to kill themselves by being dragged around behind motorized vehicles. The pictures of this event can be found over on right. Some sore old guy muscles later, they seem to be in one piece. Dad was also blabbering on about almost catching some wild turkeys and getting a vehicle stuck in a farmer's field in the middle of the night. I guess that's the type of grown-up "fun" I can look forward to.

Enough about him, back to me. As you can tell, I am getting quite adept at manuevering this wheelie thing around the kitchen, and opening stuff. I just wanted to show off how good I am at it since my doctor doesn't recommend these wheelie things. Luckily for me, my dad's opinion differs slightly on this one. And for any of you who are keeping track (i.e. grandparents), I am still at the top of the charts as far as my measurements are concerned.

Wow, I've talked a lot here. Better get to bed now. I only have a couple of hours before I need to wake up my parents and have some midnight bonding.

quick

he doesn't hate his baths as much as he used to

don't have much time to write...but wanted to put up a few new photos. the baby is currently out in the kitchen in his walker, or more accurately his "run and smash into everthing vehicle" he is currently trying to eat the plastic wrap off of the bundle of firewood I just bought. enjoy the pictures while I go try to keep the baby from choking on some plastic.

better late than never

it's been a slow news week around here for most of us, with the notable exception of Ame's Christmas cactus. It decided to make a big showing yesterday just in time for. . . the second week in January.

don't worry grandparents and other babywatchers, I'm sure the little guy is bound to do something extraordinary and noteworthy again any day now. we'll post it as soon as it happens.

Grandparents & Birthdays

If you could just wait one more second while I finish ripping the paper off of this box.

Okay, I’m done now. I’ve been away for a while, I know. I needed time to process the past couple of weeks. Lots happened and I am just now feeling like I have some intelligent comments about everything. I can sum it all up in two words: grandparents and birthdays.

That’s right, grandparents and birthdays. The first thing I learned since my last entry is that grandparents are the people who give me the most attention and the most stuff. The second thing I learned is that birthdays are very cool. We recently celebrated a birthday, it wasn’t even mine, they say it was Jesus’, and I got tons of stuff. . . much of it from grandparents. If this is what happens on someone else’s birthday, I don’t know what to expect come next July. My folks are trying to warn me not to set my expectations too high because this Jesus character is pretty important, which is why we all make such a big deal about his birthday.

So that's what I've been doing for the past couple of weeks, getting stuff and formulating heady conclusions about the getting of said stuff.

That’s all for now.