Mom and dad took me back to the Butterfly Pavilion today.
I should mention here that I don’t exactly get along with butterflies.
I can’t stand them!
Mom and dad said I need to get used to them because they’re “nifty” and because dad wanted to take their pictures.
I said “OK, but only if you use your butterfly lens on me too.” This is what came out.
Before going into the butterfly greenhouse itself, we stopped off at the starfish tank.
I really like starfish.
The first biologist there was really cool and was telling me all about them.
Then this new woman showed up to take his place.
Some people just should not even bother getting out of bed in the morning.
Here is one of the butterflies that we saw. And here and here and here are some Whole Foods Organic Frosted Mini-Wheat landscapes.
Here’s another butterfly. It’s in the colors of candy, but I am pretty sure it is not delicious (unlike Whole Foods Organic Frosted Mini-Wheats, which are definitely delicious).
Here’s the last one. There weren’t a whole lot of butterflies out this morning–which was just fine with me.
I didn’t care for the butterflies, but I would probably go back just to play on the wooden bridge.
My dad sometimes eats Luna bars for breakfast.
If he’s not looking, I like to swipe them and gobble them up.
Perhaps you noticed that I was wearing a winter hat in those last two photos.
Just like the Luna bar, it’s my dad’s!
Hats are my new thing!
In keeping with the winter-wear theme, I’m also wearing my spiffy new winter boots in size 3. They were very hard to find.
I am not a large toddler.
This is where the parents keep all the good stuff, like pens and nail clippers and their own personal collection of Play-Doh.
Uncle Eric sent me a really cool doctor’s kit. This is the bandage from it. Dad bandages up my arm even though there’s nothing wrong with me. I think he does it to get attention for himself. I’m sure there’s a name for such a disorder.
The doctor’s kit came with this nifty prescription pad.
With my bandage and my new prescription-writing powers, I’ll be the youngest doctor in Boulder.
I’m giving you two refills, but I expect to see you back here in March.
Can you guess what they are without looking at the filenames? Click them for larger versions.
This is not an organic Frosted Mini-Wheat with ketchup, although that does sound good.
This is not a weather event on Saturn, although that sounds good too.
It was super cold outside yesterday, so I just stayed indoors and looked for kitties out the window.
[Ed. note: "Kitties" includes cats, squirrels, and most other animals--but not dogs or deer, both of which are "doggies."]
Every once in a while, I saw one of our neighbors cleaning off a car or shoveling the sidewalk.
I waved to our across-the-street neighbor Angelo. He waved back!
When I got hungry, I signaled to my parents as best I could.
We did a bunch of puzzles.
I love puzzles!
The night before, we had a party with some of my friends. Dad took pictures of them. This is my friend Rosie. She’s my size, which is cool.
This is my friend Isabella. She’s in a philosophical mood.
This is my friend Maisie. She is actually in color when you meet her in person. All of these people are.
Here’s my friend Henry. He is the only guy still living in the area from our original group.
Mom and Dad fed me “soup and a sandwich” yesterday–but they forgot to combine the two items.
I took care of that myself.
Yum!
Spoons are great and all, but after a while it’s just time to chow down.
I like to carefully slather my bread with the goop I’ve created on my plate.
This is pretty much how I eat most of the time. Dad says he’s going to put a floor drain in the kitchen so he can just hose everything off when I’m done.
Because I’m not exactly a portly toddler, Mom and Dad indulge my constant requests for avocados. They’re my favorite food.
What? Wait–hold on a sec. I just need to power through this towering spoon of avocado.
I consider this training for my career as a trumpeter.
Here, have some! I don’t need to eat an entire avocado.
Fair enough. I don’t need to, but I’m not going to toss it overboard either.
