Sunday, August 23, 2015


It was a busy Saturday.

First, we made pancakes. Juj mixed the important stuff (they don't trust my measuring skills - lame), Max tried to climb the stools, and I supervised the process.

After breakfast I did some reading.

Juj worked on her ostrich art skills.

Later I practiced with a scissor. So far I only cut paper. I'm just prepping for my first self-imposed haircut.

We finished the morning with a trip to the jungle park. Don't worry. Herb did not eat Juj.

Friday, August 21, 2015


Four generations all together!

We had a BBQ dinner with great grandma. Burgers, corn, cookies and fruit. Max threw at least half his food on the floor.

I was a nice and respectable peep.

Lu was a little ridiculous. She thought the old man playing guitar was the Okee Dokee Brothers. Even with Lu-nanigans it was a fun night!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015


Some days I monkey around at resting time.

But if mom has somewhere to be you better believe I'll nap like a champ.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015


We really love to practice art skills.

I like to use markers, glue, stickers and scissors when mom isn't looking. Which happens often.

Juj loves drawing and making fancy art projects.

I really love paint but my painting dreams are often stifled. Lame.

Lately we've been having trouble realizing all of our Picasso-like potential at one small art table.

So mom surprised us with a spacious new (used) art table complete with benches that Max can scale when he's not being properly supervised. Win for everyone!

Monday, August 17, 2015


Let me tell you a tragic story, Peeps. Once upon a time I was a nice baby that enjoyed crawling around, reading books and trying to grab poop when mom changed me.

Then one day mom saw an ad for a torture chamber. Even though it wasn't supposed to be available for sale yet mom managed to get one.

And now I can't play with poop anymore. The end.
I know. It's a sad tale. I tried to warn you.

Sunday, August 16, 2015


Peeps, did you know they make sippy cups that aren't pink!?

I had no idea. I bet next you'll tell me that they make sleep sacks and tricycles that aren't pink too. But I'll never believe that.

Friday, August 14, 2015


What if, after seven quiet months, I suddenly resurfaced?!

It's not that I haven't wanted to share my deep, brilliant baby-thoughts. It's mostly that mom won't let me play on her phone.

Even when I shriek and thrash when she takes the phone from me, she doesn't give it back. Lame. She doesn't understand I have important work to do.

To get back at her I usually lick her phone charger. So far I've killed two of them that way. I rule.

You shouldn't keep a phone away from a baby. It's bad manners.