Keep On Truckin'

2011-12-26T19:31:00.000-08:00

Rigby: Hey you want to get eaten?
Bread (as played by Rigby): No I don't.

Happy Halloween

2011-11-01T15:33:00.000-07:00

Brought to you by the letter R.

The Boy Likes to Sing

2011-08-31T13:55:00.000-07:00

He likes Bieber

And Gomez.

He likes to sing about a crocodile and a monkey

and some speckled frogs.

Every now and again he makes up his own material.

Scar face

2011-04-03T20:54:00.000-07:00

If you ever want to achieve Scar-esque status with your looks, just trip and fall face first into a corner.

Yum! Yum!

2011-02-06T16:41:00.000-08:00

Big Rig: Yum!
Mom: Are you eating marshmallows?
BR: Yeah! They are good.
M: Oh yeah?
BR: Yeah! Mac likes eating marshmallows, too.
M: Mac eats marshmallows?
BR: Yeah! Mac eats marshmallows, too. Feeds Mac toy. Yum! Yum!
And DJ eats marshmallows, too. Feeds DJ toy. Yum! Yum!
And Lightning McQueen Dragon likes marshmallows, too. Feeds Lightning McQueen toy. Yum! Yum!
And Mator like marshmallows, too. Feeds Mator toy. Yum! Yum!
He continues to go through all his Cars, offering them a marshmallow and then quickly shoving it into his own mouth.
Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!

Random Conversation

2011-02-05T15:53:00.000-08:00

Maybe he has been watching too much Toy Story.

Big Rig: Woody gets strong.
Mom: What?
BR: Woody is strong.
Mom: Is Rigby strong?
BR: No. Woody is strong.
Mom: Woody is strong?
BR: Yeah! Woody gets strong. flexes muscles And Bo likes it.
Mom: Bo likes strong Woody?
BR: Yeah.
Mom: Is Rigby strong too?
BR: Yeah. And Woody is strong.
Mom: Can you show me your muscles?
BR: Yeah. flexes muscles and grunts
Mom: Whoa.
Dad: cracks up

Green Boots

2011-01-24T23:07:00.000-08:00

Last week Rigby and I were visiting at a friends house. It was there that he discovered rain boots. They were pink polka dotted and he thought they were amazing. When the owner of the boots demanded them back, he took manners into his own hands. Rigby let me know that he wanted his own boots. Our conversation was delightful.

Rigby was sitting all sad and mopey.
Me: Rigby why are you sad?
Big Rig: I can't like those boots. Madeline's boots.
Me: Did you like wearing those boots?
BR: Yeah.
Me: Do need a pair of boots?
BR: (face brightens) Yeah! Green boots!
Me: Really? You need green boots?
BR: Yeah!
Me: Maybe we can look for some next time we are at the store.
BR: C'mon momma! Go to store! Find green boots!
Me: We can't go to the store right now. We'll go later.
Rigby played for another 10 minutes then came back.
BR: C'mon momma! Go to store! Find green boots!

When we got to the store, Rigby was so excited. On our way to the shoes section, we stopped by the big boy underwear. We saw undies with Lightning McQueen, Buzz Lightyear, and Yo Gabba Gabba. I asked him if he was ready to use the potty and he said "Yes!" We will see how this pans out. He did love the idea of having Lightning McQueen on his bummy. But back to the boots.

In the shoe section, there were a few options. As he tried a few pairs on, we had another great conversation.

I hand 2 sizes of green boots to Rigby. He tries on the first pair.
Me: How do those feel?
BR: I can't like these ones.
Me: Are they too small?
BR: Yes.
He tries on the second pair.
Me: Do you like those ones?
BR: I can't like these ones.
Me: Why?
Rigby eyes some another pair on the shelf.
BR: Try black boots?
I hand him a pair of black firefighter boots. He tries them on and walks around for a little bit.
Me: Do you want to get those ones?
BR: Yeah! No. I can't like these.
Me: What boots are you going to get? Or should we go home now?
BR: Try green ones.
Me: You want to try the green ones on again?
BR: Yes. I like these ones.
He walks around in the green boots and resists taking them off to go pay for them.

Our arrangement was that if he wanted to get the boots, he needed to carry them to the check out counter. There was one point where he handed the them to me, but I put them down and walked away. He quickly grabbed them again and carried them the rest of the way. He held them on the drive home and insisted on wearing them the moment we got home. These boots are now his first choice in footwear. That paired with his signature hat and this kid is fashion forward - setting trends left and right.

A Clue!

2010-10-31T00:42:00.000-07:00

Because he is a big fan, Rigby dressed up as Steve from Blue's Clues for Halloween. His costume was complete with Blue, notebook, green crayon, and a set of clues.

Beat Bop Bay

2010-09-27T02:27:00.000-07:00

This is Rigby's mom. He has shown little to no interest in his blog, as I'm sure you've noticed. Since he continues to increase his mad skills by the minute, I've taken it upon myself to let you in on his accomplishments. Lately he has been singing songs, sometimes ones I didn't realize he knew. Most of the time he mentions a portion of a song because he wants me to sing it with him. Maybe it is because he doesn't know ALL the words. Tonight he kept saying "Steve Hey hey." It took me a good 10 minutes to figure out that he wanted to sing a song from Blues Clues Big Musical Show. We sang that song a few times together while brushing teeth. Yes, we are that cool and concerned about dental hygiene.

This is the song we sang.

I've had a birthday, shout hooray!

2010-08-17T09:29:00.000-07:00

My birthday was a few weeks ago and it was quite spectacular. It included all my favorite things:

numbers,

letters,

brownies,

animals,

airplanes,

and books.

Now that I'm 2 years old, my life is full of playing with toys, reading books, watching shows, getting into mischief and avoiding naps. This age isn't as terrible as they say.

P.S. Shout out to Grandpa H - Happy birthday today!

More New Skills

2010-05-19T01:45:00.000-07:00

Recently I've learned to peel a banana, kind of,

act as fashion consultant to my mom,

and host an awesome play date with my bff.

"Signs" Of The Times

2010-04-18T11:28:00.000-07:00

I have been learning lots of signs. My favorite pastime, other than playing with cars, is reviewing baby signing time flashcards.

Videos for Grandma T

2010-03-02T15:17:00.000-08:00

Seconds

2010-01-25T19:00:00.000-08:00

This was my second bath today, because I am just that special or dirty. Lets just say my diapers were working overtime, for sure.

New Skills

2010-01-15T00:00:00.000-08:00

Inquiring minds want to know what I've been up to lately. Since our last meeting, I've learned to:

sort Halloween candy,

navigate public transportation,

construct a ball holder out of an egg carton,

drink from a water bottle or pour the majority of contents down my shirt,

use sign language to get "more" food,

fix bikes,

play the recorder,

read myself to sleep,

wear an apron with style,

drink from a straw,

be an airplane tracker,

score some free candy from a cashier at Ranch Markets,

put together a puzzle on my own,

start a bike messenger business,

throw down like a gangster,

and make a letter train.

As you can see I've been very busy. I'll try to keep you posted on my current activities. Maybe that can be one of those "goals" or "resolutions" that mom keeps talking about this month.

For Aunt Katie

2009-12-10T12:03:00.000-08:00

Better This Than Nothing At All

2009-10-28T18:33:00.000-07:00

So a few weeks ago I was watching Glee with my mom... maybe my dad was in the room too. I couldn't resist the urge to get my groove on. Here is the not-so-hidden camera footage of the event. Get ready, (insert dance competition tv show here), here I come!

P.S. I'm a little naked because I had just had a bath. And my gut hangs out over my diaper in an unflattering way, and yet balances my center of gravity so that I can bust moves like these.

More Cowbell

2009-09-27T18:28:00.000-07:00

Well, kids, you haven't seen the last of me yet. It was either me or one of my parents who took the video camera in my room, left it on the table which is within my reach, after which a disorganized pile of hand-me-downs covered and hid it for weeks.

Those weeks are over, though, and we celebrated today by taking several videos for your viewing enjoyment. Here we present just two, which happen to be the least lame ones of the bunch. The first one speaks for itself. My mom is saying "boom" because that's what I usually say when I throw a ball. I guess it's kind of endearing or something. Anyway...

Now what we have in this next one is some not-sleeping, which happened last night. I had an unexplained high fever (39 degrees C, since the thermometer was stuck on metric units), and this made sleeping totally uncool, for me and both my parents. I was fine by this morning, but I did discover a great little show called Yo Gabba Gabba! on YouTube with mom. This is a show that is a little strange, but completely redeemed by the fact that it was created in part by the band leader (aka The Bat Commander) from The Aquabats, which, in my considered opinion, are one of the best bands to come out of the late-90s Orange County ska movement.

Here's me dancing the night away to this song. It was the only prescription for my fever:

"Listening and dancing to music is AWESOOOOME!"

In other news, one morning I woke up with something really funny going on with my hair, especially seeing as how I sleep on my tummy. This might not look that crazy, but since I was born basically bald, and continue to be so, anything hair-related is cause for celebration.

And here's me loving the attention, first thing in the morning:

Today we went on something of a field trip to a park in the neighboring town of Gilbert. There was a wicked-awesome duck pond there, but for some reason, the native peoples of this civilization have the strange custom of throwing bread into the water for the ducks to eat. The ducks, apparently not opposed to bread soaked in pond water, eat it right up, and even fight over it.

My dad duly taught me how to perform this bizarre and pointless ritual, then handed me a piece to throw in. Seriously? I'm going to give a perfectly good piece of bread to THOSE guys? So I popped it in my mouth without hesitation, which was hilarious to all the adults in my vicinity.

Food Network

2009-09-11T22:21:00.000-07:00

Do you think I could have my own cooking show?

It needs a little work, but I got potential. Lots of it.

Exploration and Discovery

2009-09-10T02:11:00.000-07:00

I like to explore my surroundings. Now that I can walk - like a pro, I might add - my exploring skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Or at least I can see higher up and therefore see more things that I want to touch. Lately I've discovered the following:

1. Hairbrushes and chapstick are not as exciting as they first appear.

2. Wax paper - let the good times roll

3. A place called the library has great long rows of books that are perfect for me to cruise down. Seriously, I could spend a good 20 minutes cruising before I even notice the books.

4. I move faster when my shoes are on my hands. I move so fast sometimes that my mom only gets a blur of me on her camera.

5. Using an exercise ball provides a great workout. My mom bounces it down the hallway and I bring it back if it doesn't come back. My dad says that this is what dogs do, but I dare Amber to ever come near this one.

6. Loading the dishwasher is a piece of cake. My cell phone, truck, and race car were looking a little dingy so I decided to load them up while my dad was doing dishes.

7. My new birthday swimsuit makes me look ultra buff - as opposed to just regular buff. Watch out ladies!

Computer Tech

2009-08-25T00:57:00.000-07:00

Grandma took me to her computer lab before school started. She needed help setting up the lab, so I lent her my expertise for the afternoon. Check out my mad skills in action.

This keyboard needed inspecting, so I took a look at it. It was in working order as far as I could tell. I did need to plug it into a computer to be 100% sure. I ran out of time, and more importantly interest, before a complete analysis could be performed.

The most enjoyable aspect of this commissioned job (I got a glowing frog ball out of it) was exploring the lab. There were so many desks to crawl under, buttons to touch, and mice to catch.

And by the way, you're welcome!

One Whole Year Old!

2009-08-24T23:38:00.000-07:00

Sorry to have kept you all waiting, but I've been learning to walk. Now that I have that mastered, I'll catch you up on the excitement of this month. At the beginning of this month, I had a birthday! Never before had I eaten cake. It was pretty good, but frankly I prefer ice cream over frosting. There were two different parties for me. The first party was with my cousins when they left AZ. They left before my actual birthday, but they talk so much about wanting sweets and such that I couldn't let them leave without giving them another reason to eat cake.

Mom made brownie cupcakes and covered them in frosting. At first, I had no idea what to do with it. The frosting felt funny and it stuck to my hands.
I would have eaten the thing whole, but Mom broke it into pieces for me. I took the largest piece and shoveled that into my mouth. Yum-o!
It may have been all the attention, the stickiness of the frosting, or the coldness of my belly (I spilled water all down my front), but not long after all the birthday fuss started I was so over it. I was ready to get out of that chair and away from that mess.

The second party was with my Grandma and her posse from CA. They came over just for me! Great Grandmama even came. She really likes to tickle my toes.

This party went down much like the first. I played with the cake a little bit and then was quickly over it. Had the cakes consisted of yogurt melts, the outcome would have been much different.

FYI, this is how I spent most of my birthday - pulling out the side table drawer, emptying all of its contents, and standing (or sitting) inside it. Obviously, I know how to party.

Science Rules

2009-08-01T00:20:00.000-07:00

On another outing with my cousins, we went to the Arizona Science Center. I enjoyed playing with legos,

seeing an airplane up close and personal,

being the master in control of something cool,

and holding ping pong balls for my cousin while he built a pipe route.

My favorite moment of all was when I discovered a plethora of wooden cars that were just right to fit in my hands. It was like this little area was made for me.

There was a little house where I cooked cars for dinner. Yum!

Anyone want some sauteed ice cream truck? Anyone?
I was sad when it was time to leave. Next time we go, I vote that I should just start with the cars and stay with them while everyone else plays with the big kid stuff.

water park

2009-07-30T00:44:00.000-07:00

Mom took me to the water park at Tempe Beach park with my cousins. It was unlike anything I had seen before. Water was squirting from EVERYWHERE! It took a while to warm up to the idea that this place was safe, but once I was sure I took full advantage of the place.

Strapped into my new big kid car seat I could see everywhere I was going instead of everywhere I had been.

Telling the mosaic turtle all about all the ladies that were checking me out in my muscle shirt was a good choice. He had some good advice.
This frog was very deep. We discussed the mysteries of life, mainly things like how much milk I can really consume in one sitting and how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop.
The ladies were very receptive to my charm and muscle shirt. I know how to work it.

I've got this new trick where I stand up all by myself. It works pretty well until I want to get anywhere. No fear, but instead of trying to step I spare myself the embarrassment and just get down and crawl.

When my cousins were good and tired, I was more than ready to go. Maybe I should try this walking business. My cousins can walk (and RUN!) and it seemed to help them enjoy the water park more. Lets just say I'm waiting at least until my other-one grandma comes to get my walk on.

skate park

2009-07-30T00:24:00.000-07:00

While uncle Alex was here, I got to visit a skate park. It was so cool! Those skateboards are almost as cool as semi trucks.

I took lots of notes in case of the event that the X-games are in my future.

my days off

2009-07-27T03:46:00.000-07:00

Mom and Dad have been super busy with school, so I haven't been able to dictate to them lately. I really need to get on top of getting my typing skills up to par. There is only so much practice I can get in before I hear "No! Computers aren't for babies!" Please. Like I'm doing any harm randomly pounding of keys. Am I right? Anyway, a lot has happened this past month. So much has happened that it should be broken down into installments. I don't want to spare you any details or pictures. To start, here is a photographic breakdown of how I keep myself entertained on the days that I stay home.

I snack on cereal - high chair or the floor - location doesn't matter.

I put the kettle on for Mom so she can have some nice raspberry tea while studying.

Good hygiene is always a top priority, so I always comb my hair and hydrate my lips.

Since Dad likes snacks after work, I try to prepare a little something for him. Sadly, I never get past playing with the wax paper. It's the thought that counts, right?

Stay tuned for my adventures with my cousins. You won't want to miss it.

11 Months!!!

2009-07-04T23:30:00.000-07:00

As of today, I am 11 whole months old.

It was a pretty exciting day because someone decided to put on a firework show just for me. Mom talks about how much she loves fireworks, so it was pretty neat to see them for the first time ever. They did not disappoint.
I was put in charge of holding on to Amber's leash for the first part of the show. After being relieved of that duty, or just throwing in on the ground and crawling away, I made my rounds to make sure my peeps were enjoying the spectacular.
Another first for me was seeing a cicada. It was on Grandpa's porch and had just shed it's skin. What an ugly bug.

Forever Summer: Part Three

2009-06-22T10:40:00.000-07:00

I love swimming. Mom and Dad bought a flotation device that gives me so much freedom. We have access to two pool, one of which has a baby pool. The baby pool is where it is at. Because I can touch the bottom with my feet and my floatie keeps me balanced, I cruise around that thing like crazy.

Sometimes there is water sprayed into the pool and it gets my face wet, but it doesn't throw off my groove too much.

Some creepy lady at the pool tried to teach me to "blow bubbles" but it just didn't translate properly, I guess, because every time I try to do it Mom and Dad tell me to not drink the water. Needless to say, they were not to happy with the lady and her creepiness.

In other news, I love Mexican food. Yesterday I had my first taste of enchiladas, frijoles, guacamole, and cheese.

Basically I devoured everything. Mom says she ate a lot of Mexican food while I was in her belly. That is probably why it was like second nature to just eat that stuff up.

A Shout Out To My Daddy

2009-06-21T22:40:00.000-07:00

I love you daddy. Thank you for playing with me. And hanging me upside down. And chasing me down the hallway growling. Those things always make me laugh. Thank you for changing my diapers because we all know that is a not a pleasant experience. And especially, thank you for sharing your good looks with me. It helps me gets the ladies. You are the best daddy I have ever had.

Adventure and Exploration

2009-06-13T23:19:00.000-07:00

Today I got to roam around the local covered playground while mom and her friend took pictures. Apparently I am just too cute for words because many fantastic photos came out of the experience. Mom was pretty pleased with herself. Whatever really. I was all about being in charge and exploring the great outdoors. Dad was there, too, so that I didn't get too close to the hot ground and so that I didn't eat too many rocks. Is it my fault that they look so appetizing? At least, a whole lot more appetizing than the tofu mom tried to feed me for lunch yesterday. Yuck!

Mom and dad have taken me down slides before, but today I discovered the beauty that is climbing up a slide. Check out my skills.

After minutes of trying to climb higher up the slide, I came to the sad realization that I could only climb a few inches before slipping back down. What am I doing wrong?!
Serenity now!
Thankfully dad swooped in before too long and helped me reach the top. Going down slides is overrated.

Forever Summer: Part Two

2009-05-20T19:30:00.000-07:00

Here are those pictures I talked about yesterday, with the birds:

Today's update is going to be about the weekend when my grandpa (Adam's Dad) came to visit us. Actually, come to think of it, it was Mother's Day weekend. Funny how holidays sneak up on you like that, huh. Wow. Anyway, we did TONS of cool stuff, including going to the desert botanical gardens in Phoenix. They had this exhibit where a guy made a whole bunch of glass sculptures or something... you can read more about it on my mom's blog.

First, one of the sculptures:

Next, a couple of native plants for your enjoyment. I learned that this is a palo verde tree, kind of like the one we have in front of our house, only way bigger and in full bloom.

Here's one that you can only find in the Sonoran Desert, which in practice means only in Arizona, regardless of what you may see in the movies:

10 points to the first person from another state to tell me what this is (and I don't mean "a cactus.") These guys can live to be 300 years old. Bet you didn't know that, huh?

Just before that we had gone to one of the best sandwich places ever, Dilly's Deli in Tempe. I tried a new food completely by my own choice, and to everyone's surprise, actually liked it:

It's a pickle, which I guess some people aren't into, especially whoever came up with this shirt. Something about the look on my face reminded my dad of Popeye the sailor man. Whatever.

The "Who Pooped...?" book (yesterday's post) was in the gift shop, where I was complaining about the heat outside. Mid-complaint, my dad found the book and put it by me, and mom snapped the shutter of her camera before I could say anything. I swear, I think the purpose of parents is to embarrass their kids. You might think it's the other way around, but you would be sorely mistaken.

The next day was Mothers' Day, and we got to talk to Uncle Owen on the phone. Actually, it was just mom and dad. There was NO way I was getting up at six in the morning. It was still kind of dark out... it was like... the daytime... of the night. Here's a picture of us many moons ago, right before he left. Obviously, holding newborn babies came naturally to him, and the joy in his face is just heartwarming:

Oh well. I hear he's doing some great stuff up in the great white north, so I'll let it slide this time.

Forever Summer: Part One Of A Three-Part Series

2009-05-20T18:35:00.000-07:00

I know I've kept everyone waiting, but I'm finally back. Since summing up seems to be in order, we're going to just hit a few major stories, in perhaps more than one entry. The first thing is that we went to California around my 9-month birthday, and I got to see a bunch of grandparents again that I'm not sure I remembered.

We went to the San Diego Wild Animal Park, which was pretty awesome. And exhausting. Even though I TOLD them, mom and dad didn't have the foresight to bring my stroller on the trip, and the one that they rented at the park was a bit... uncomfortable. As in, I cried whenever I was sitting still in it, but then I fell asleep.

But lemme tell ya, lots of cool animals. I'm pretty sure I liked those colorful birds that go completely bat-snot-crazy when you feed them. Although, they didn't like me much. I might find some pictures of it some time soon, so stay tuned.

We didn't get to stay long, but we did hit my great grandma and grandpa's house in Murietta on the way back to Arizona. Here's me in the living room, telling a funny joke, I guess:

And shuffling around on the floor:

I was also highly interested in the grandfather clock that's been there since before my dad can remember:

And a very small chair that my great-grandma got in T.J. (Tijuana, Mexico, for those of you not from a southwest border state) when she was five:

That's me inspecting a container of my favorite cereal, thinking, "Man, five years old. That's WAY old."

Now, this next part is kah-razy. My more faithful readers will recall the contest that took place a few months ago, to decide which of my close relatives resembled me the most as a baby. Initially, we thought it was my uncle Owen, who actually ended up losing the contest by virtue of being in Cana-duh. However, we may have to have a recount:

No, that's not a picture of me and some girl, that's my dad and his cousin, some time in the autumn of 1984. I know what you're thinking: he had more hair than me. This is true. The baldness shows no mercy.

They also had a very old, awesome car living at their house that would probably be a death trap on the highway, but was no less cool because of this. I'm used to something with about 14 more wheels, though:

That's all for now, but here's one teaser picture for the next entry:

The answer to the book's query? (In case you can't see it, the book is called Who Pooped In The Sonoran Desert?) It was me. Quite a number of times, if memory serves.

Splish Splash, I Was Takin' A Bath

2009-04-30T23:40:00.000-07:00

This one might be very close to the line, but I just had to put it up, partly in compliance with the demands from my relatives in California. All the squealing and laughing totally bowled my grandparents over, as you can hear in the video. From now on I'll try to keep a lid on all the nudity that's been happening on here. Gotta keep it G-rated, y'know.

Talent

2009-04-23T22:23:00.000-07:00

Cool Time, Pool Time!

2009-04-10T23:02:00.000-07:00

Ok guys, that last post was just a test. See, now I know, based on the outrage from my public, that what you really want is me, not stuff about my dad. Ever. It's good to know.

I forgot to mention a couple more of the things I like, or that I at least pay lots of attention to when they happen:
Flight of the Conchords music videos (I'm serious)
Strong bad email #184 (come on, you know you want to)
going to the pool (and almost biting the dust. see the second video)

So here's a couple of videos of me at the way awesome pool we have at out complex. The weather's getting to where I can go a few times a week, although I probably won't go again until at least Monday, since it's raining today.

Update: Don't worry about my little spill in the pool. I'm okay. All are present and accounted for.

A Mellow Interlude For The Weekend

2009-04-10T15:39:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone, just a short update today. I thought I'd let everyone know that I've not only been developing a sophisticated and discriminating palate as of late, but also my musical taste. This is, of course, thanks in large part to my parents. Sometimes I "dance" to certain songs, such as "Banana Man" by Tally Hall, and "My Only Offer" by Mates of State.

And while you can't really dance to it as much as those other ones, there's one song that I have to say is the best I've heard in a while. It's from a band called Matt Pond PA, which has been my dad's unofficial favorite ever since before I was born. Before that, I don't know, but I've taken the liberty of embedding it in this post, since it's on YouTube and has a very sad and small number of views so far for such a good song....

Grass, Baths, and Conference Weekend

2009-04-05T15:07:00.000-07:00

Happy 8 months old to me! Life's been good, and I'm learning new things all the time. I can stand up pretty well on furniture and anything else I can get leverage on:

...and I can climb stairs, somewhat to my parents' chagrin. Better get used to it, guys. I got to spend most of the weekend at Grandma and Grandpa J's house in Tempe, pretty much messing around while everybody watched tv. It was the most boring show ever- a bunch of lengthy monologues by white-haired old men, and what appeared to be about 300 opera singers behind them. Like I said, very dull, so I wandered around the house and made discoveries like this one:

My parents are bathing me quite a bit more these days, what with my tendency to get baby food and its byproducts every place except where they should be. Up until recently, bathing held a certain degree of terror, which has been all but forgotten since the introduction of a few rubber duckies that really make all the difference.

Being inside for so long gets a guy a little bit stir crazy, so mom took me out in the backyard to hang out today. I have to sit on a blanket, because all over the ground were these horrible green needles that are really sharp on my feet and hands:

Why anyone would put those all over the ground is beyond me. But I enjoyed myself anyway, and spent some quality time with the dog:

Also, since the last post, I had a small run-in with some marker ink on a box. Actually, it was the box that my mom turned into a "car"/toy box for the front room. I was putting my mouth on it, because that's basically what I do with everything, and I got this wicked-cool bluish-black soul patch:

Speaking of putting things in my mouth, the appearance of my top two front teeth means I can legitimately chew now, so my mom gave me one of those cookie things made especially for a maturing gentleman like myself. All I have to say about those things is, C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me:

Mom's also taking classes, as many of you know, and sometimes I help her study. This is me tutoring her in biology:

My Razor-Sharp Fangs Of Terror, And Other Developmental Milestones

2009-03-15T12:46:00.000-07:00

Said fangs:

Said terror:

"Muahaha."

Today I was standing in my crib when mom came to get me. Before I was scary I was confused and sleepy.......but I got over it.

Funniest. Video. Ever., Part Deux

2009-03-14T20:35:00.000-07:00

This one time I took a bath:

And Grandpa Robinson came to Tempe when I was there. Yay!

At the park:

Funniest. Video. Ever.

2009-03-14T19:51:00.000-07:00

Well, here we are again, folks. I'm seven months old now, and I've learned to do a few cool things since my last post, such as:
-Bite people
-Pull myself up to standing
-crawl properly
-roll over both ways
-sit up on my own from any position
and the greatest of all-- showing displeasure when I don't like my food.

My mom painstakingly pureed some nectarines like a month ago for me, and froze the puree. I've only been eating vegetables so far, when it comes to actual food, and this was to be my first experience with fruit. Unfortunately, nectarines are not in season in February, and these were a liiiiitle bit tart and underripe for my palate. Lauren and Declan were in town and saw this embarrasing scene:

But, you know, it's funny, and I'm a good sport, so why not share a moment like that?
I do like my carrots though:

No post would be complete without a few of me just showing off my cuteness, something which has been made even easier since my mom got a new camera:

It's clear from that one that I definitely have my mom's chin.

The nice weather has already prompted several fun outings to our local park and to Tempe town lake. I definitely got some attention from the (infant) ladies at both places. It was awesome.

"Hey baby. Lookin' good. Wanna hop in the stroller and take a ride with me down to Rally's?"

"What are you going to do at the lake today, Rigby?" "Whatever I feel like doing, GOSH!"

One of the outings was so exhausting that I was totally passed out by the time I got back home:

Doing My Part To Put "Food" On The Table

2009-02-22T21:09:00.000-08:00

I think these people may be onto something. I mean- let's face it- now that I'm eating solid food, I'm producing a lot more... you-know-what. That's gotta be bad for the environment.

Even if he can't pronounce "Tempe" correctly...

2009-02-18T18:19:00.000-08:00

Hey gang. I just thought I'd give you an update today since President Obama was in Mesa this morning. Now, all ideological convictions aside, it's not often that the President comes to your town, least of all to a place that's a 15-minute walk from your front door. With that in mind, my parents watched his speech on the tube today. As usual, though, I wasted no time in stealing the spotlight, as you will see here.
I sort of decided I was done being on the couch, but at the same time, I didn't want to be on the floor. You'll see what I mean:

"Soon We'll Be Happy In The Place We Are"

2009-02-15T13:35:00.000-08:00

Today we start off with a little trivia for everyone's gee-whiz collection, in honor of my new place of residence.
The city of Mesa in Maricopa county, now with an estimated population of 460,155, was incorporated in 1883 with a population of 300. It is part of the greater Phoenix area, which has the distinction of being the U.S. metropolitan area with the highest number of days over 100 degrees F per year. The average overnight low in August, the month of my birth, is 80 degrees. Maricopa county was also the most populous county in America, at 3.9 million, to vote for the McCain/Palin ticket in 2008. The main east-west corridor through our fair city is U.S. 60, locally known as the Superstition Freeway (Personally, I'm not superstitious. I'm a little stitious...) Part of Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure was filmed in Mesa at the Golfland/Sunsplash waterpark.

As promised, I have some videos and pictures for everyone. I think all of these were taken in Provo, since my dad only figured out yesterday where he packed the camera. This one is of me actually crawling, which was quite a thrill for all involved, as you can see:

It was such a thrill that I actually soiled myself at one point in this video (about 1:00):

Moving wasn't easy... all that lifting, packing, and cleaning... just watching it happen made me never want to grow up. But I did help in whatever ineffectual way I could. Like in this one, these boxes aren't going anywhere on my watch:

I turned six months old a while back, and you know what that means... baby food time! Rice cereal was all right, but they don't compare to peas and squash.
In other news, recently I've rediscovered the joy of being outside. It used to feel like walking into a freezer, but now it's just like it was around the beginning of time and history as we know it (early last fall)- not bad at all.

"Well I Made My Way Back Down To The Valley..."

2009-02-10T21:46:00.000-08:00

Notice anything different? If not, don't get too down about it. See over on my profile where it says where I live? Yep. That right there is the reason I haven't posted in so long. The day after I turned six months old, me and mom walked into a huge metal can with seats, and when we got out it was warm, and I was in a faraway, yet vaguely familiar place. Dad followed us down on Sunday with what looks to be all of our stuff.

Dad wanted me to say this: To all the naysayers and other concerned citizens out there, while this decision was made somewhat in haste, it was not taken lightly. In fact, I'm surprised it took us as long as it did to come to the conclusion that, put simply, Utah just can't hold us anymore.

Keep your eyes out for pictures of me crawling, eating baby food, and enjoying our new desert digs. Peace.

And For My Next Trick...

2009-01-13T17:36:00.000-08:00

So I woke up this morning and had a shirt on. And I said to myself, maybe I'll try to take it off. As you can see, I didn't get very far:

I've also been learning to type. I usually dictate to dad and he types, but I've been trying my hand at the keys:

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Yeah, that was all me. I'm just trying to be like my dad. How'd I do?

"So This Is The New Year" or "I Need To Get Back To Tempe"

2009-01-09T21:25:00.000-08:00

Wow, what a trip. I've really been around since I last updated everyone. So here's the big honkin' post I know you've all been waiting for. The huge Christmas road trip. First things first, I guess. We drove from Provo to Page, AZ on the 16th of December. It took about 8 hours because of a snowstorm, but luckily I'm a whiz behind the wheel and I got us to the hotel safe and sound.
I wish I'd snapped a couple shots of the rim of the Grand Canyon and surrounding areas, all snow-covered cuz it was amazing.

The next day we made our way down to the Valley. I met LOTS of people, which I must say, I dealt with much better than before. In my younger days, I thought my parents and grandparents were the only people who existed, and learning otherwise... well it kinda freaked me out. But enough talk. Let's get to the pictures.

Here I am, just passing the time with a balloon on Grandma J's living room couch:

I didn't really understand all the festivities and what they were about, until on Christmas morning, I opened up my present...

I guess you could say I was pretty excited. I even got a little inappropriate with the giraffe's ear at one point:

Yeah, I got a little carried away. But that's what little kids are supposed to do. What can I say? I like my toys in a very personal way.

We also went to Grandpa Robinson's house, way out in Thatcher:

It was a long drive, but I did get to meet some horses:

...and mess around with my cousins:

It was my first time to see that part of the Grand Canyon state, and I'm already a fan. Maybe one day we'll go back to Tempe.
From Arizona we went to Vista for New Year's Eve. Mom and dad were going to go to Escondido to see some fireworks, which sounded like a good idea to me. But then it turns out that they just drove through Albertaco's and watched 16 Blocks at grandma's house. I worry that this might mean I have lame parents. Then again, who am I to talk, since I just slept through it all? Besides, as this post's title suggests, I have no resolutions.

For me, New Year's Day was the really big event. I finally got to go to the BEACH. Wa-hoo!

We went to Carlsbad beach for a little bit, but it was actually cold, if you can believe that. There was a really nasty cold wind right on the water so we only stayed for a little bit, but I was still very pleased with what I saw:

It was high times in California, as always. And the beach is so cool I can barely stand it. I got to put my feet in the sand too, but I don't quite know how I feel about it getting all stuck on there, and then it gets tracked into the car, and so on. Then once again we hit the road. Vista to Mesquite, Nevada to stay for the night, then Mesquite to Provo.

On the way we stopped at a place I've been to once before. Not being able to eat solid food is already annoying, but it was close to unbearable when I once again beheld the glorious fast-food heaven of... In-N-Out Burger:

Speaking of food, I turned five months old the day after we got back to Utah, which is the time that the doc said I could start having rice cereal. Let's hear it for that stuff, although calling it "solid" food is a bit misleading:

"Well Looky What We Have Here!"

2008-12-16T19:46:00.000-08:00

Oh, I think I see something... is it.....?

Yay! My first big snowfall ever! I hear so much about the "greatest snow on earth" and how awesome it's supposed to be, and man, I can't wait to see. Let's go check it out.....

Dang. It's cold. What a disappointment. I tried to muster a smile but I just couldn't. Dad took a picture when he woke up this morning and it looked like this...

Sheesh. Everyone here says snow is soooo great, but I'm gonna have to call "B.S." on that one. Here's another view:

Just get me inside already. I definitely couldn't be happier about going to Arizona tomorrow. Christmas in the desert southwest- now there's an idea.

So I'm gonna switch gears here a little bit. Here's me and aunt Katie at Thanksgiving time. She really liked holding me. I have no problems with that:

Switching gears again, it's.... 80's FLASHBACK TIME!!!!! This is where we try to figure out who looked the most like me as a baby. The winner gets $10,000 and a trip for two to Cancun! Our first contender is my mom, circa 1986:

Here she is, showing an early preference for her favorite kind of shoes. Definitely some resemblance.

Our next contender is my dad, in a picture taken in March of 1984:

Truly a sight to behold, but I think we can do even better. Here's my uncle Owen, in 1989:

And I think we have a winner! Too bad he can't claim his prize though.*

*Contest open to current U.S. residents only. Void where prohibited. And in Newfoundland. So there.

I Am Baby, Hear Me Roar

2008-12-10T21:23:00.000-08:00

Just a few new things for everybody tonight. Sometimes I get really amped up, and I start growling:

Then tonight, I was having some tummy time, only I rolled over, so I was on my back... obviously. So out of nowhere, dad decides do some impression of a southern black woman telling me to go to bed. It's not bad, considering he's getting over a cold. And I don't know why, but it was darn near the funniest thing I have ever heard. Mom had the presence of mind to grab the camera and caught it all on tape:

Something tells me I'm never going to learn political correctness in this house.
And I've saved the freakiest part for last. There's this thing in our house... that has a baby inside it, and he looks just like me. He's a good lookin' kid, anyway:

"Just Greenery And Humid Air"

2008-12-04T14:18:00.000-08:00

So it turns out I never did post an update from California. Just way too much going on. And can I say, a 12-hour drive was way more than I bargained for. I definitely had a few moments in the Mojave desert that I'm not proud of. And then there was the poop explosion in a parking lot in Yorba Linda. But lemme tell ya- all things considered, what a great trip. I met tons of new family members...

(my dad here with his mom and her mom)

(my great uncle Dennis and great aunt Linda)

saw the ocean for the first time (albeit at night):

(from the end of the Oceanside pier)

....visited 3 new states, and most importantly just enjoyed the comparatively warm weather.
I loved walking around outside. Unlike here, all of the trees at grandma's house still have all their leaves, if you can call them that. Some pretty strange plants down in those parts. Palm trees, citrus trees, plumeria flowers, that one tree with the purple leaves... crazy, I tells ya. Let's not forget that I spent almost a whole day with my grandma while mom and dad went up to Balboa Island. They told me it would be really boring so I should stay and have fun with grandma. Sounds like flawless logic to me. I was sad to leave that place, and I could tell mom and dad were too. Just a few lyrics in memory of the trip...

"Been on the road a while
I gotta get back to a place with style
Hang out, havin' fun
I gotta get back to the beach and the sun

Southbound I-5
Windows down and music on the stereo
I'm drivin' and I'm dreamin'
There's no place I'd rather go"

And guess what, gang, I'm four months old today! This was me, four months ago, having a close encounter with a camera flash.

Ah, how time flies. I think my fans will agree that I photograph much better these days:

That's from this morning. If you look at my shirt, you'll notice the drooling problem I'm dealing with right now. It's a little embarrassing.
I went to the doctor yesterday for shots (I recommend against those, by the way) and a checkup, and the winning numbers are....
15 lbs. 12 oz. (70th percentile)
25 inches long (56th percentile)
43 cm head circumference (72nd percentile)

Yeah, I don't like to brag, but, you know, that's a pound above average for my age. I'm just sayin'.
I think that about brings us up to speed, although there are some pictures I don't have, which I know were taken, of me and other relatives, so hopefully I can get some more for the next post. Until then, stay warm out there.

"Get Into The Car And You Point It At The West Coast"

2008-11-22T19:21:00.001-08:00

To start off, I'm pretty stoked about next week, when I get to go on my first official big road trip. When the sun goes down on Monday we're heading to St. George for the night, then driving on down to the Golden State for Thanksgiving. I hear the weather's gonna be pretty good, and something about turkey, which from what I can gather is something really good that everyone keeps raving about. I didn't really gather much more than that. At any rate, I'll be posting next from Vista, California- a northern suburb of "America's Finest City", hence the Mates of State lyric that is the title of my post today.

But that's not all, friends, no, not by a long shot. The last couple of days have been especially noteworthy, because here's why. A couple nights ago I was SUPER ornery, not unlike last Saturday night. Somehow, it wasn't any more fun than that time, but when my dad tried to put me to bed, I was so frustrated and fidgety- and I don't know really how I did it- that I rolled over! It was way freaky at first, but I've been able to replicate this feat several times since then, including the next morning when mom came to get me out of bed, and I looked like this:

So mom took a picture. I always sleep on my tummy, even though that's supposedly not the right way anymore. I'm over it. I just won't tell my doctor, since mom and dad haven't. As you can see, I definitely rolled onto my back after I woke up.
I'll admit, I feel very pleased with myself.

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To

2008-11-16T19:42:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, me again. Ready for some edge-of-your-seat, nail-biting action this week? Well so am I:

But, sadly, that is not exactly what we've got on tap. Just funny stories and goofy pictures. First we go to Saturday night. I really got myself into a heap of trouble, let me tell you. Worse than a blowout in a blizzard on a mountain grade. My mom and dad got invited to a surprise birthday party all the way out in Saratoga Springs. They were asked to bring a box of ding-dongs to contribute, and I got to hold it on the way there:

Only part of the box is in the frame, so it just says Dongs. That's awkward. So anyway, we got there, and it was before the surprise, and some older kid, maybe like 2 or 3, blew a noisemaker right at me as soon as we got inside. That did it. I turned on the sirens and the waterworks and I was going at full bore for about half an hour, before mom and dad decided to give up and go home. And as soon as I got in the car, I was quiet. For the whole way home. Take that, mom and dad, for trying to have some semblance of a social life.

In other news, I've been enjoying some quality tummy time while dad's been at work. These were taken close together, and they illustrate just how moody some babies can be. One second I'm confused, worried, not enjoying myself:

The next minute I feel great, like I've had a bit too much adult beverage, and tummy time is happy hour:

Here's a video of (hopefully) an early predecessor to crawling. At the end I put my head on my arm and rest a while.

And to wrap things up, this one was taken today, around the same time as the picture up top:

Also, happy birthday to my mom tomorrow! The big 23. A year ago today, I was a still-unknown little embryo, and none of the three of us had any idea what we were getting into.

Wet Roads, While Dangerous, Are Certainly Intriguing

2008-11-09T19:44:00.000-08:00

Well, here we are again, folks. So after Halloween it got pretty cold and it rained a lot, which I've only ever seen once before, but this time I sat with dad by the front room window and watched it, and watched... mom managed to get me to turn my head away enough so that she could get a picture of how fascinated I was by it all:

I have slightly more control of my hands these days. They've been hard to tame, but I'm finally making some headway. And, as a prelude to getting my first "solid" food in about a month, I've kept up practicing eating the very same hands I just mentioned. It's terribly convenient and an easy pastime. I mean, it's not like I got a whole lot else goin' on. Anyway, the darnedest thing happened the other night. I was trying to have a bite, and my bib was in the way and WOULDN'T MOVE! I have to wear that dumb thing because my drooler has been working overtime the past few weeks, and it's really overstayed its welcome. Note my frustration in the following clip:

And here's a still of my exercise in futility:

Pit Stop

2008-11-04T20:29:00.000-08:00

Today I saw a ladybug for the first time. While at Sunflower Market, mom was picking out some kiwis when she saw a ladybug crawling on one. She picked it up to show me. It was pretty dang exciting. Sorry no picture.

And its been 3 months today since I made like a baby and headed out.

Various And Sundry Things

2008-11-02T19:35:00.000-08:00

Hey gang. I've been on the road a while, and it's good to be back to reconnect with my public. We had Halloween this week, so I'll get to that first. This is me in my trick-or-treat onesie, my leg warmers that mom made for me, and the socks from Grandma J that say "hocus pocus" on them. I also had my fingers inextricably tangled up, and I was so engrossed that I didn't realize the picture was being taken, but what else is new:

Mom and dad carved pumpkins one day when I was taking a nap, and really enjoyed it. It was all I could do to keep them from carving me into a jack-o-lantern too, but reason prevailed and they merely dressed me up as one. Then we all sat out on the porch for a photo op:

Then yesterday we hit the road for my first trip up Provo canyon. Mom and dad always talk about the fun they've had up there, so of course I went into the experience with high expectations. And boy, were they ever met! Dad put me in my carrier and we went on a super hard-core 1/2-mile hike around the grounds at Sundance. I saw so many trees and cabins and streams, and little wood bridges. We definitely have to go back again:

It got a little cold though, and it was getting dark so we went home. It was too bad since I was enjoying our outdoor excursion so much. But I guess it's kind of like warm bottles and naps and shootin' the crap with dad when mom's in class... they all come to an end. It was a happy time though, all of us up in the mountains and such:

And here's me with mah bear:

A Few More From Yesterday's Adventure

2008-10-19T12:35:00.000-07:00

My still-developing brain forgot a couple things from yesterday. First, I sat on a really big pumpkin:

And then I saw some of nature's pumpkin pie:

All you need is some cinnamon and a pie crust and you're good. Mmm.....

A Long Way From Home

2008-10-18T17:46:00.000-07:00

Well, guys... quite the adventure today, lemme tell ya. I went on my longest road trip ever- all the way to Salt Lake County! Mom found out about a really cool pumpkin patch in South Jordan, so we went and I thought it was going to be awesome. I guess it was, except for the fact that is was really windy. I had to hide inside my carrier almost the whole time, and I wasn't very happy when I was outside of it:

It was in a really big field, as you can see here, and that's the spire of the Jordan River temple in the background:

Mom and dad had fun, so I tried to be a good sport. I guess I did ok, because after a long time, they finally put me back in my car seat, which is much better than being out in the wind. Plus I look a lot cooler:

One more of the biggest field I ever saw. Way bigger than my backyard, that's for sure.

Half My Age Plus Seven (Months)

2008-10-16T14:07:00.000-07:00

Well hey everyone, I know it's been a while. Lots going on these days. I've been learning new things, meeting new friends, going through diapers at breakneck speed... the list goes on.
In keeping with the birthday theme, I went to my first birthday party last week. That was great, because it's kind of hard for me to meet girls my own age, but there were three at this party, and the oldest one- it was her party- she just turned one. So, y'know. I'd say that's in range. But moving on, it sure has been cold lately. Mom and dad had to go pass out flyers in the neighborhood for some church thing... I don't know, but they made me go with them, and it was really cold out. They must have put on all my clothes at once, because I looked like this:

"I can't put my arms down!" (name that movie, anyone?)

Speaking of the cold, my dad broke the ice scraper, whatever that is, last spring, when I was still, um, fermenting. He got a new one and decided that the brush on it could straighten my hair. I think the look on his face and my disinterest say it all:

One day when it was kind of nice out, mom took some pictures of me, and this is the close-up that catches my good side. I wish I could lift my head higher:

I look like one of the seven dwarfs or something. Seriously. I can't explain the crossed eyes either. Maybe it's not my good side... moving on....

I said I had learned some new things... one of them happened today, when mom was in the shower. She put me in my bouncy chair for the duration, and taught me how to grab onto one of the hanging toys that have been so elusive in the past. Only, she didn't teach me how to let go. (remember my kung fu grip from a couple of posts ago? I wasn't kidding.) So when she came out of the shower, I still had my fist around one:

For my next trick, I shall put my whole fist in my mouth... or maybe just have a snack while I'm watching the tube:

And lastly, but not leastly, or whatever... this one's from a few weeks ago, but you get the gist:

I've Had a Birthday, Shout Hoorray

2008-10-05T18:16:00.001-07:00

To start things off, here's another, (slightly) better picture of yours truly in the famous blessing outfit. Mom wasn't satisfied with the others. I look like I am speaking French, oui? "1-2-3-crack! New egg!"

So yes, uh, it's official. I'm two months old as of Saturday morning. I went to the doctor on Friday and they said I've gained weight, which is supposed to be good, so now I'm 12 lbs. 14 oz., and 23" long. It's pretty awesome, really. I was really bummed that it rained all day Saturday though. And it was COLD when I was outside today with mom and dad. That's never happened before, and I hope it never does again.
I've made another discovery. Whenever I do gross things in my diaper, I always get taken to the same place, where there are some amazing animals on the wall.

I always try to run and catch them, but I haven't succeeded yet.

Mom wonders why I poop myself so much... it's cause I miss my animal friends. She and dad are the only people I know, and quite honestly, they aren't always that fun. I mean, work? School? Sleep? What about MY NEEDS? Like tippin' back a cold (warm?) one at the end of a hard day:

::BURRRP::

Enough said.

Bugs On The Windshield

2008-09-27T13:42:00.000-07:00

I woke up Thursday morning and I had some trouble seeing the road, you might say. My mom came in and fixed it (turns out my eye was stuck shut) but I still looked like this:

I'm getting better, but in any case, martial arts is a little too much of a contact sport for me. It's true what they say- the worst part of a fight is the day after.

Another career option I've been considering lately would be that of a professional runner. From watching the Olympics, it looks like all you have to do is kick your legs back and forth really fast, and once I learn to hold my own weight on my legs, you just put the two together, and there you go. I've already got the first part down, as you can see:

And if I can't get the running thing down, I might try cycling.

Mid-week (or so) Update

2008-09-23T14:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I even surprise myself with how cute and goofy I can look in pictures. First the surprise:

Now the cute goofiness:

By Popular Demand

2008-09-21T17:35:00.000-07:00

Have Diaper, Will Travel

2008-09-21T17:00:00.000-07:00

It's Sunday again. Last Sunday I was blessed, at least that's what they tell me. All kinds of people came to see me that weekend, but as for the blessing itself, I slept through the entire process. Apparently it was important enough that grandma J stayed up to finish making me the snazzy little number you see me wearing here:

Looks like I blinked.

In other news, I've been wondering if truck driving is really my calling in life. I've been doing some soul-searching on this, and I think I might have the chops to make it as a martial arts teacher. I mean, I was practicing last night:

And I was like, "be careful or I'll mess you up with my kung fu grip!"
I'll let everyone know if I come up with any other alternate occupations. No matter what, though, I'm goin' places.

Sleeping At The Wheel

2008-09-20T09:18:00.000-07:00

My parents, especially my dad, think they are SO funny. Or more accurately, they think I'm so funny. I really don't get it. I fell asleep in dad's lap and he and mom took this really immature and sloppy video of me when I was asleep. I guess I kind of snore, which is supposed to be funny when someone as young as me does it. I'm not sure I have a real good grasp of this "humor" thing yet. But this video made mom and dad laugh.

More news tomorrow.

Blowouts And Other Road Hazards

2008-09-19T08:30:00.000-07:00

There's one skill that I just don't seem to have yet. Sometimes I hear mom and dad saying something about a "potty" and then there's a word after that which sounds like "train" which I know is the noisy thing that lives 2 blocks south of our house, and runs by and shouts a lot, especially early in the morning. I think whatever they're saying has something to do with what happened to me today.
Dad was feeding me this morning because mom was still really tired (I don't know why. I let her sleep at least 5 hours straight last night.) I nearly always poop when I'm being fed. Better out than in, I say. But today was different, and especially embarrassing. I pooped as usual and when I felt an unusual warm sensation up my back, I gave dad a big smile. He smiled back, because that's what we do these days since I discovered this social trick. Anyway, he seemed happy enough, but then he turned me over and looked at my back and he wasn't smiling anymore. He got up really fast and took me in my room and took all my clothes off and held them between two fingers on the way to the washing machine. By this time I knew what had happened and I was so mortified and cold and naked that I couldn't help crying. Pretty soon dad came back and put a new diaper on me so at least I was decent. Then I pretty much forgot all about it when he put me in my swingy chair, which is basically my favorite place to be.

"Waitress! Gonna need some milk in here!"

First Day On The Job

2008-09-18T14:35:00.001-07:00

I was born at a very young age. When I got done, I was tired. So was mom, I think.

Doesn't grandma Johnston look proud?

One of my first trips on the open road.

Mile 1

2008-09-18T14:35:00.000-07:00

Good afternoon to you all. This being my first attempt at blogging, I'll try my best. The thing about being born, like I was 6 and a half weeks ago, is that it sort of makes you an overnight celebrity, as far as anyone in your family is concerned anyway. For those who are interested (I expect there'll be a few), this is where I'll chronicle the events of my early life. These first few miles of the road are always eventful, so we'll have plenty to talk about. For starters, here's a picture of me, just relaxing, which I think is one of the best things I've discovered so far.

And this is how I got my nickname:

So long for now.