You’d think I would have had one of these the day I was born …
… but it took about 16 months somehow.
It fits perfectly.
I can wear this hat with pride, thanks to Grandma Annette, Grandpa Les, and Bill Buckner!
Sorry, Bill. I’m sure you’re used to it.
Let’s use this time to document some of my recently acquired skills. For one thing, I now call cats “kitties” when I see them. I also collect crab apples and feed them to our next-door neighbor dog, Brewster.
I can also display this concerned look.
Really, though, it’s just the face I make when I’m intently watching Moose and Zee on TV.
Speaking of which, I am the dual-remote master!
Oh, yeah–I also like to empty dad’s wallet and hide its contents around the house.
It is delicious.
We went to the Boulder County Fair yesterday.
First, we stopped at the farmer’s market to pose in front of some big flowers. But then we headed off to the fresh-smelling, super-clean County Fair!
Yeah, I know.
As it turns out, farm animals aren’t exactly like they’re shown in cartoons.
Pigs are at least this high, for one thing.
Enough talk, though. Let’s see some documentation!
OK. So this right here is a goat.
Hello, goat!
Yeah, this is pretty much what they do.
This one likes me.
OK, you two are kind of weirding me out. I feel like I’m in the Stanley Hotel right now.
These are the pigs I mentioned. Someone here told me they’re just like pet dogs, but, I mean, really, come on.
Ladies and gentlemen! Children of all ages! Behold: Spot and Blacky!
Um, yeah, once again, this is pretty much what they do.
Bye, Spot and Blacky! See you next year at the fair!
Are you hungry?
This is a piece of watermelon made of wood.
It’s an ingredient in tonight’s woodermelon stew.
I wonder if everyone will like it.
Hey, you over there!
Big fan of woodermelon stew?
It has the great, bold flavor of a watermelon made of wood …
… and paint.
Yum!
Everybody! Dinner’s ready! Plenty of woodermelon for all of you!
I like to plop myself down in front of other people’s yards and sort through their rocks.
It’s a hobby.
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
It’s a lot of fun.
Other toddlers have their own hobbies, I’m sure.
I’m not one to collect stamps or whatever it is that they do.
Me, I like to get my hands dirty.
