Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Pancakes

I love eating.


I'll pretty much eat anything. Except baby food. Baby food is pretty lame.


I have too sophisticated a palate for baby food.


I enjoy fine dining.


Though mom insists on cutting up my food. So embarrassing.


Pancakes are the yummiest. Even my sisters agree.


Pancakes are soooo yummy...


... and hard.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Explorer

It's important to grab life by the horns.


That's why I spend my days chasing down the next great adventure.


I try out new things and embark on daring conquests.


There's never a dull moment.


Well. Almost never.
But don't worry. You can't cage a free spirit.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Saturday

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

BBQ

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

Snooze

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

Art

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

Story

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.