Talent

Cool Time, Pool Time!

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

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

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

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

This one time I took a bath:


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

At the park:

Funniest. Video. Ever.

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: