milestones

A lot of firsts have been happening in the last few weeks. Here are just a few...

First upside-down Monty kiss (at least as hot as the one between Tobey McGuire and Kirsten Dunst in Spider Man, eh?)...


First hair grab (Daddy says I may not be able to do this for long)...


First switched-head mix-up with my big brother...


First reading session with my big bro (although frankly, what's the point of patting a fake cat in a book when I have the real thing?)...


And, crucially, my first baseball game. The boys in the family gave me some pointers, since I'm definitely an unseasoned rookie:

"The guy throws the ball and the other guy tries to hit it." Thanks for the primer, doofus. I need to know the nuances here. Explain the infield fly rule, or at least the proper position the third baseman needs to be in when he anticipates a suicide squeeze play.

It was a hot day at the ol' ballpark, but I had ways of keeping cool:

Yes indeed, this is good on the gums. And what do you say this treat is called?

Not sure what happens after the first twenty minutes of a baseball game:


By next week, I may be able to report my first knee scuff marks, as forward motion is imminent. Look out, parts-of-the-world-that-are-less-than-a-foot-high!

I've also been doing some serious growing, notwithstanding the serious puking I've been doing on Mommy & Daddy (see here and here for the general idea). My legs are now long enough that I can deliver a swift kick in just the right place if Daddy goes too fast when we're walking Monty:

Seriously, I can really nail him. This picture is not staged.

Today was Daddy's last day as my full-time paternal figure before he is taken away from us by the demands of big firm life. We celebrated by taking a boat ride on the river with Char the Great. She's pretty goofy:


Talk to y'all when I start to crawl!

This may be my last post in a while, since my main grammar checker's vacation is coming to an end on Monday and he is about to join the ranks of the employed. Although I am doing my best to pick up the slack:

Me writing a letter to my cousins in Boise. As you can see, I REALLY wanted to emphasize the "with" aspect of the letter.

Within a month or so, I fully expect to be proficient and self-sufficient in the writing department. Although I may still need to dictate to mommy, since my typing skills are lagging a bit.

I've also been forging ahead with my exploration into what I thought were brave new realms of solar system-related art:

My latest.

Then, daddy ran up to the attic and showed me what he was drawing when he was 4. The revelation was shocking:


Daddy, age 4.

I detected some vague similarities in the subject matter, but I think it is pretty clear whose is better. First, I've already graduated to colored pencils, while daddy was stuck in the dark ages of 8-color crayon boxes. Second, he exhibits an obsessive need to put each planet in its own, cloistered box; everyone knows that planets need to run free. Third, where's the shading? Hello! Everyone knows half of a planet is dark at all times! Not to mention the fact that he has three Saturns and no Uranus or Neptune. What a wanker. Give it up, 4-year-old Daddy. You can't hack it.

However, Daddy has shown some recent proficiency in this:

If the whole law thing doesn't work out...

We've all tried to get out a bit in the last few weeks... before daddy "disappears," as he puts it. First we took in a baseball game:

Ev, the Phillies' bullpen and I simultaneously melted down in the eighth inning. They apparently came back to win it after we left.

But the highlight of the last month was our trip to Ye Olde Renaissance Faire. This place was wild with geeks dressed like dorks, but there were some decent activities for yours truly, including playing in a kazoo band...
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Paying my respects to the Doggie King...


Playing with these stick doohickies...


And working out some Oedipal tension by swordfighting daddy...


Preschool starts in three LONG weeks. Luckily, I already have a friend who lives next door. And she has a sweet swimming pool, so that's an added bonus. More soon!

This may be my last post in a while, since my main grammar checker's vacation is coming to an end on Monday and he is about to join the ranks of the employed. Although I am doing my best to pick up the slack:

Me writing a letter to my cousins in Boise. As you can see, I REALLY wanted to emphasize the "with" aspect of the letter.

Within a month or so, I fully expect to be proficient and self-sufficient in the writing department. Although I may still need to dictate to mommy, since my typing skills are lagging a bit.

I've also been forging ahead with my exploration into what I thought were brave new realms of solar system-related art:

My latest.

Then, daddy ran up to the attic and showed me what he was drawing when he was 4. The revelation was shocking:


Daddy, age 4.

I detected some vague similarities in the subject matter, but I think it is pretty clear whose is better. First, I've already graduated to colored pencils, while daddy was stuck in the dark ages of 8-color crayon boxes. Second, he exhibits an obsessive need to put each planet in its own, cloistered box; everyone knows that planets need to run free. Third, where's the shading? Hello! Everyone knows half of a planet is dark at all times! Not to mention the fact that he has three Saturns and no Uranus or Neptune. What a wanker. Give it up, 4-year-old Daddy. You can't hack it.

However, Daddy has shown some recent proficiency in this:

If the whole law thing doesn't work out...

We've all tried to get out a bit in the last few weeks... before daddy "disappears," as he puts it. First we took in a baseball game:

Ev, the Phillies' bullpen and I simultaneously melted down in the eighth inning. They apparently came back to win it after we left.

But the highlight of the last month was our trip to Ye Olde Renaissance Faire. This place was wild with geeks dressed like dorks, but there were some decent activities for yours truly, including playing in a kazoo band...
\

Paying my respects to the Doggie King...


Playing with these stick doohickies...


And working out some Oedipal tension by swordfighting daddy...


Preschool starts in three LONG weeks. Luckily, I already have a friend who lives next door. And she has a sweet swimming pool, so that's an added bonus. More soon!