Feldman Cubs

I’m 6 months old today, so I have become a blue-footed booby!

Hey, get me my blue webbed feet!

That’s better.

This is my cousin.

Yum!

I could definitely get used to this.

Note the webbed-ness of my feet.

Also note that they are blue. I am a blue-footed booby.

Even blue-footed boobies need naps.

I fit into this spiffy kimono now. Auntie Sharon brought it for me from Tokyo.

It’s ever so fashionable.

Don’t you agree?

You don’t even have to say anything–I know how fashionable I am.

Fashion can be comfy.

Oh yes–yes it can.

Of course, nothing is as comforting as this.

Ba ha ha ha!

Hee.

More photos this weekend. I might become another animal! Click this photo to see my eyelashes!

I saw snow for the first time today! To commemorate the occasion, I decided to become a penguin.

I am a penguin!

Hey! Look at me! I’m a penguin!

What do you mean, “that zippered outfit doesn’t change your genetic structure?”

Aww, quit messing around. I’m a penguin!

I am making a droolsicle.

I shall do some research on my people. I mean on my pengo-peeps.

Of course I can read! What penguins lack in flight capability they make up for in early literacy.

Think about it.

Oh dear. This is not good.

What am I going to do? I’m tired!

But I don’t want to get eaten by the clown.

Quite the dilemma for a baby.

I shall chew on my monkey foot and give this some thought.

On no! No solution comes to mind!

Oh! Clowns aren’t terrifying after all! In fact they are hollow and made of random parts!

Just in case, I will turn the tables on this clown. Sorry, clown–this hurts me more than it hurts you.

Whoa… Who saw that coming?