Santa's Little Helper

Xmas day was beautiful so mom and dad took me for a hike from the house. I was only awake for about 50% of the hike, but that 50% was awesome. I never fuss on hikes - when I'm strapped in the backpack and breathing in the fresh air I am as happy as can be.

This fleece suit cramps my style. Although I can't crawl, stand, or walk, I need some more technical outerwear when I go outside to do some rolling.

Grandma and Grandpa gave me this piano for H-kah. Here I am banging out some tunes (literally). Requests anyone? - I do a mean version of Iron Butterfly's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida"....

There's a new grom in town

I just got back from a weekend in Santa Barbara. It was a blast - we went to a wedding on the beach, I took lots of hikes, and I learned that Dad can eat a burrito bigger than my torso in about 10 minutes flat. Here I am tasting the beach - that sand is simply irresistible.

Here I am at the wedding where I dropped a cute bomb (that is when you look cute and do cute stuff to get the party started). As always, mom is looking glamorous while dad is looking, ummm, scruffy...

Check it out brah... Here I am stoked to walk the nose. I may look all chill, but I'm pretty aggro when I'm in the pocket ready to drop into a barrel. Surfing is da bomb - too bad my future as a mini-ripper will be pretty limited living >1000 miles away from the ocean.

A Pilgrim's Progress

Well, my first Thanksgiving has come and gone. T-giving is a pretty sweet holiday - I got to see lots of family and watch them eat 5 pounds of butter per capita. Unfortunately, my T-giving food only extended to some pureed sweet potatoes followed by some pureed apples - no match for the delicious apple pie that everyone else was eating. This 'baby food' is cramping my style.

Grandpa had the nerve to challenge me to a game of block snacker. The rules are pretty simple: try to eat as many blocks as possible. Obviously I won - I have lots of practice eating misc. items (e.g. spoons, Dad's nose, Cleo the cat, dirt, my exersaucer, .....).

My cousin Zoe dressed me up like a gypsy (a gypsy with a tasty magic wand). Too bad Dad didn't videotape me doing my Cher impression: "They call us gypsies, tramps and thieves....".

monsters on parade

Now that it is almost T-giving, it is about time my parents post photos from the Halloween parade. Slackers. Here is the 'farmer' that grew this 'pea pod' over the past 7 months. I grew so much my legs barely fit into this costume.

Here I am with all my friends, Carter (the football), Ada (the grape), and Neva (the spider). Ada and Neva are the oldest so they will undoubtedly be the ones getting me into trouble - I'm already planning to blame them when I get busted trying to buy booze in high school. Then again, maybe that won't be necessary given Carter's dad.....

Crop tops

It was beautiful here this past weekend - perfect conditions for airing out my chub. It was sunny, warm, and the freshly fallen leaves were tasting great. Nothing reminds me of fall like the taste of leaves.

Ummm, can someone please tell my parents that this shirt doesn't fit me. Maybe they were just trying to make me look like Homer Simpson (replace teether with donut). D'Oh!

My Favorite Things

My trip to Vienna is about to come to a close. I had a great time cruising around lots of museums. Here I am in front of (yet another) painting of baby Jesus. Talk about overexposure! - European artists in the 17th century were definitely a bit obsessed with the little man.

This is definitely one of the top ten best places to nurse in Vienna - the art history museum. I highly recommend it if you happen to find yourself in downtown Vienna with a thirst for some breast milk. You can dine while admiring the frescoes on the ceiling.

My trip here to Vienna is drawing to a close. Tomorrow I get to spend 14 hours on the plane antagonizing my fellow travelers with lots of screaming (there is a reason it is called economy class!). It was fun, but I probably won't be back in Austria for awhile, at least until I'm cast in the Sound of Music remake (starring David Hasselhoff and Lady Gaga as the von Trapp parents). My prediction: lederhosen will make a comeback .....

waltzing around Vienna

Good thing mom practiced for 9 months carrying me around in her belly - she was in training to ferry my ass around Vienna.

Mom and dad went to a Frida Kahlo exhibit today. Actually, let me rephrase that - mom and dad went separately through the exhibit while I stayed outside and announced my presence to everybody walking by on the sidewalk. This was the closest I ever really got to the exhibit. What did they expect? - echoey, quiet space = screamfest!




After a long day, nothing beats falling asleep in a crowded cafe while mom and dad gorge themselves on pastries.

The schnitzel has landed

Well I made it to Vienna safe and sound. Here I am in my first Viennese cafe - nothing beats a little espresso to help cope with the jet lag. Although I hate to brag, I was a great traveler on the plane - I barely made a peep throughout the entire 9 hour flight. However, once I got to Heathrow airport - all bets were off...... I really like screaming at the top of my lungs while cruising around the airport. A girl has to announce her presence on the international scene - you know what I mean??

I slept my way through a Rubens exhibit at a museum. Dad said I look like a little cherub in one of the paintings, referring to my thighs as rubenesque... I'll take that as a compliment (?).

The lovin' spoonful

After a big day at the office (a.k.a the exersaucer) I work up a hearty appetite. Sometimes it is nice to have appetizers before the main course of breast milk.

Here I am eating some yams - one of my favorite dishes. Thanks grandpa for my bib - it is badass (it says: "When I get teeth, feed me beef"). I like the bib so much, I usually try to ingest it after the meal - kind of like an after dinner mint if the mint was made of terrycloth.

I'm visualizing whirled peas. More specifically, I'm trying to visualize dad shoveling those peas into my mouth a bit faster. I swear, if you want something done right around here you have to do it yourself.

Rice, rice baby

Today was a good day. I got to eat my first meal of rice mush, only dumping about half of it on my outfit (Dad doesn't do much better). It was kind of like risotto - all I need is a little chianti and we'll really be dining in style.

Moustaches are back!

Good thing this picture will be preserved forever on the internetz - my parents will never be able to deny that they humiliate me on a regular basis. So embarrassing.....

Burger and fries with a side of cute

I just got back from a trip to Portland where I got to hang out with Uncle TJ and my (new) friends Kellie, Hannah, and Steve. Here are Kellie and Hannah trying to get me to smile for the camera, but all I can do is focus on that tasty hamburger in front of me. So close and yet so far away.......

Read my lips

I have lots of things to say. The only problem is that no one can understand me.

Tipping Buddha

Believe it or not, I was completely sober when these clips were filmed. I think the problem here is that my cheeks throw off my center of gravity.

The Heart of It All

After all the fun and excitement of traveling to southern Ohio, we finally made it to Grandma and Grandpa's house. There was a huge party for Aunt Lisa and Uncle Doug over the weekend so I got to meet the whole McKenzie clan for the first time. Mom and Dad forgot the camera so the only evidence that I got to meet lots of relatives are a few cellphone pics.

Hanging out with Grandma by the pool.

Sleeping soundly with my cousin Jasmine.

Crazy Uncle TJ shows me how to light a BBQ using a flamethrower. When I'm older I want my very own pistol-shaped BBQ/smoker. Maybe we can wheel it down to the Boulder Farmer's Market and grill up some tempeh.

Ah yes, a bit of relief from the heat and humidity in my very own swimming pool. One word: awesome.

Jet Setter

Someone once said: "Life is about the journey, not the destination". That someone has evidently not spent any time on airplanes in 2010. However, I did great on my first plane trip all the way to Ohio despite turbulence over Nebraska, crowded airports, and an emergency diaper change on the terminal floor.



The flashes from the cameras of the paparazzi were blinding my eyes as mom carried me off the plane onto the McKenzie clan homeland (i.e. Ohio). Oh, to be young and famous.....

Dad is using me as a human shield against over-anxious travellers. I think I was better behaved in the airport than dad - you didn't see me giving dirty looks to loud cellphone talkers.

I'm not even 4 months old and I've already learned so much. For example, here I'm in the process of learning that the trains at the Denver airport are annoying and the jingle they play only adds to this annoyance "[cowboy xylophone jingle].... The train is approaching...."

Fists of Fury

It is hot here in Colorado. I'm not a big fan of the heat, I get all sweaty and then the sweat mixes with barfed up milk, effectively gluing me to the sofa. Not pleasant.
My dad is going away with this weekend to a meeting in California. Hopefully it will cool down so I won't drive mom nuts over the weekend. I can't wait to experience this thing they call 'humidity' when we go to Ohio next week...