Dad got a nice new camera, and the first thing he did was figure out how to use it to make pictures that look like they were shot with an oatmeal container.
That’s just how he is. Don’t get me started.
I occasionally look straight into the camera now.
But usually I don’t.
Dad’s oat-cam does render Bok Bok pleasingly smooth in backgrounds.
More importantly, Dad couldn’t find any potato chips or spoonfuls of margarine, so he gave me cucumbers to eat this afternoon.
I need to tell my people about this.
But first, I need to stare at the TV a bit. Wow Wow Wubbzy is on. I love it …
… but Mom and Dad just don’t understand it at all.
Mom and dad took me to the Boulder County homeless shelter library recently.
They have computers there that I can reformat without upsetting dad.
Dad got bored, so Mom and I put on a puppet show for him.
This show was called “Diego Battles Mega-Frog.” Dad was totally into it.
I had to turn off my phone in the library, so I checked my voicemail when we got home.
My factory warranty can’t be up; I don’t even own a car. Let me speak to your supervisor.
To get me above the third percentile in weight, Mom and Dad have replaced some of my healthy snacks with potato chips.
I like the ones with cracked pepper and sea salt.
Yes, I am saving these face-crumbs for later.
Last weekend, Grandma Marianne and Grandpa Ira visited from NYC.
What, you might wonder, does a toddler do to entertain two grandparents when they visit our fine square state?
Why, you take them to the Denver Zoo, of course!
CAROUSEL BLUR!
Grandpa Ira told me lots of cool facts about the beasties that we saw.
I’m pretty sure he had as much fun as I did.
(And I had a lot of fun.)
Besides the carousel, this is my favorite spot in the zoo. I could stand here for hours, just looking at the mandrills and DeBrazza’s monkeys.
Dad puts me in the covered wagon sometimes.
My expression might make you think he left me here for hours, but really I like the wagon a lot.
See?
I’m staring at an okapi here.
They don’t make much noise.
Okapis are what you might get if you magically mixed a giraffe, a horse, and a zebra. I think they should be called girorbras, but biologists don’t listen to toddlers as much as they should.
I hope Grandma and Grandpa come back soon. I like walking them around the zoo.
Dad asked me if I wanted to go outside (”side?”) and play on the swings. I always want to go “side.”
When we got to the park, though, there was something better than swings.
There was snow, even though it was really warm out.
This is intriguing.
The warm-day snow wasn’t the only intriguing thing at the park that day.
Some odd Boulderites were exercising with these cartoon-style weights.
I thought it was only fair to show them how it’s done.
A good, solid grimace is required.
Lift with your legs, not your back.
Like this.
Phew! That was a workout.
I think I’m developing weightlifting callouses.
I’ll cool off my hands in this snow.
Hmm…. I wonder….
Just a little taste….
Om nom nom nom!
Gulp!
See, this is why it’s great to go to the park with Dad. I don’t think Mom would be too big on snow-eating.
Come to think of it …
… I’m not sure how I feel about it either.
Snow is cold!
