My new thing is to cover my legs in dirt …
… and then complain that I’m dirty.
Sometimes that annoys dad, and he puts me on rock duty.
I think dad’s friend Haley took this one.
Dad took this one. Mom likes to tell dad that there’s a baby in there, and it will come out on April first, but I’m in on the joke. It’s just a pillow!
Dad says I need to get a haircut “in a big way,” but I don’t see why.
What? What are you looking at?
I’d really like to keep my raggedy mop top, as it’s a big part of my rock and roll look.
The tone on this bridge pickup is way off.
Hmm. Not sure what happens after that.
Dad built this guitar himself, and he used to care what happened to it.
Now he’s so occupied with prepping my strawberries, he doesn’t even think about those things anymore!
Om nom nom nom.
He did have time to take this photo of what I like to call the “smell tree” in our yard.
Don’t ask.
I’ve been getting to the gym every Saturday like clockwork.
The toddler dodgeball nationals are just a month away.
Here, I’m telling Brooks about the finer points of gymnastics.
In exchange, he helps me with my forward rolls.
My technique is, of course, impeccable.
Whee!!!
Thwap!!!
That was pretty great, but I always say you should act like you’ve been there before.
Oh, I can’t help it.
Gymnastics class is 45 minutes long, so I usually need two or three snack breaks.
When I carbo-load, no piece of focaccia is safe.
Back to the grind.
Greetings from sunny Boulder, Colorado!
It’s still winter, but you wouldn’t know it.
I went to the park and played today.
This is a picture of me not getting stuck to this metal pole, which is not ice-cold–even though it’s technically winter.
And this is a picture of me pretending to catch snowflakes. I have to pretend, you see, because there are no snowflakes falling–even though it’s still winter.
My more astute readers will notice a theme developing here.
