In which the saga of R-Pod continues—and the saga of Z-Bear begins
Dad says that if these are shaky, it’s because someone else was holding the camera. He says that’s just the general rule around here.
My first ice cream sandwich–on March 28, 2008. Hooray for Tofutti!
Right around April 16, 2008, I went through a phase where I spit out my oatmeal while asking what everything around me was. (I still do the asking thing. Dat?)
This was from my birthday party, of course!
Welcome to my spiffy garden.
This, right here, is the garden I just mentioned.
That, right there, is our house.
Ba ha ha ha!
After using my fingers for pointing, I like to touch flowers.
Good times. Good times.
Onward, frog, to Toothopolis!
I’m at the park!
Something over there is interesting, so I’m pointing at it.
This gigantic rock is pretty interesting too.
Swing!
Swings are the best.
I am working on my equestrian skills.
I can easily ride any horse that has these convenient handles.
Enough of that. Time for goose-watching!