Twins

Is it "Great minds think alike," or "Great heads look alike?" I can't remember. Either way, I think my Daddy and I might be spotted as twins if we keep doing our hair the same.

Grandpa Time

Everyone always tells me that I have big hands. "You'll be a piano player," they say. Well, whatever instruments I end up playing, I owe my big hands to my Grandpa. His are so big and strong, that sometimes he only uses one to hold me up. Pretty soon he won't have to hold me up at all...I've already figured out how to take my shoes off and I'm not even 4 months old yet. Next thing you know, I'll be running through the house with Kazu (Don't tell my mom).

Babies and Beards

My Daddy shaved his beard today, for the 2nd day of school. Some people think that shaving off a beard can confuse a baby, but I'm pretty smart, so I knew it was still him. Who ELSE would be able to make all my favorite silly voices and sounds?

Here we are BEFORE the shave:
















And here we are AFTER:

Turtle-Cow or Turvine?

My mommy and daddy don't agree on what to call my little carseat toy. Is it a Turtle-Cow or a Turvine? I guess I'll just have to look it up on Wikipedia.

School Shopping with Daddy

This is me waiting in the car while Daddy picked up a few things for the new school year. I can't wait to visit his classroom...all the kids love me.

Go Ducks!

I've been practicing my duck quack sounds a lot lately.

I think I'm going to be a Duck even though my parents didn't go to the Duck school or the Beaver school. I guess someone in this family will have to be decisive, so it might as well be the 3-month-old.

x-games

While it won't take me long to become a better skateboarder than Daddy, I think my real skills lie in the mastery of the newest extreme sport... the scooter. As you can see, I defy all laws of physics.

(but I have a feeling that in order to convince you, Daddy will need to photoshop out Grandpa Pop-Pop)

I can't hear you when I'm sleeping...

My Grandma Betty (we still haven't agreed on your nickname yet), tells the greatest stories. She has lots of energy and even uses a lot of voices like my Daddy.

Sometimes her stories make me sleepy though, and I'm sorry Grandma, but I can't hear the stories when I'm sleeping.

Phelps Schmelps!

Everyone makes such a big deal out of Michael Phelps and his body proportions. At 6'4" he has the legs of a 6' man and the torso of a 6'10" man or something like that. That's nothing! I have the legs of a 2'8" man and the torso of a 3'5" man. Now that's something to get excited about.

Not to mention the sheer speed in which I can kick my legs and flap my arms... look it's so fast that it can't even be photographed!



(BTW-My Dad threw the towel over my "swimsuit area" to abide with Blogger's nudity policy. As you can see I'm a little nervous about getting busted.)

child prodigy

My parents were both getting so excited when I started pressing down the keys on Daddy's Rhodes. They started going on about a child prodigy and how this may be the way they'll finally pay off their student loans. I feel bad telling them that I was just trying to find what appeared to be a lost Cheerio.

We have ways of finding the truth...

Alright Mr. Lavender you can play the silent game, but we have ways of finding the truth. If you don't tell me who took my binky, you'll be sorry!

(I think that my parents' watch too much Alias on DVD. It may be causing some ill side effects, as I have never interrogated any of my toys before)

Football Baby

I'm starting to think that I'm becoming a football. Whenever I go somewhere with Mommy and Daddy, I get passed around from person to person like I'm a baton. Sadly, in the United States, batons get dropped with an alarming frequency, so I'd rather think of myself as a football. Besides the fact that it's clearly my Daddy's favorite sport, I like footballs, because the players are taught to cradle the football close to their bodies and maintain "5 points of contact" (Dad hasn't explained that one yet). I like the thought of being cradled and highly valued as I'm passed around, since we in the USA seem to value footballs more than batons.

I went to school with Daddy and spent most of my time being passed around from one stranger to another. I remember Annie and Angie, my Daddy's co-workers pretty well. Mainly, I know Annie best because she visited me in the hospital and never lets me go when she holds me. Some other strangers carried me around and I had to do so much smiling and giggling that I ended up so tired that I fell asleep in Daddy's class (He told me not to worry because I wasn't the first one to do this).

My First Wedding!

Lucky me! Tonight I made it to my first wedding. Daddy's friend and band mate Jon Jones was getting hitched (this is what my Daddy said, but they never hooked him up to a cart or horse).

From what I can tell, a wedding is where two pretty people are surrounded by a bunch of other pretty people, all of whom have very nice (and very hot with all of the men wearing black in the late summer) clothes on. They stand around for awhile and smile a lot while another man talks for too long to all of the less pretty people in the crowd (my Daddy yawned a few times). I think that this man tells everyone a sad story, or maybe it's about something sad that happened to a mommy, because all of the mommies (even my Mommy) started crying. Or maybe the mommies were crying because of all of the yawning that the daddies were doing (It's hard for me to tell because I'm still a baby).

The wedding seemed pretty fancy to me. It was at the Portland Art Museum where there are a bunch of very pale, very naked, and very still people that stand around all of the time. I don't think they ever moved the entire time we were there. There was even one of these still, pale ladies who was missing both of her arms.

I had a good time and I even got to dress up in some new brown overalls. My Daddy and I both wore yellow shirts and brown outfits. We all looked so cool that we decided to take this picture:

since some of you have asked...

Several of you out there in cyber-nets have been wondering what I have been doing. More importantly why have I not posted recently? I wish I had a good reason (more than my usual need to focus on the extremely important developmental stages that I not only reach, but smash to pieces), but I really don't.

It's not for lack of blog-worthy material for, rest assured, I do something completely adorable and earth-shatteringly cute every single day. Never fear, I'll catch the blog back up and let you know what I've been up to, but for the most part, I've just been having a really good time hanging out with my Mommy and Daddy as the picture below seems to indicate.