Chicken!

Halloween is awesome. A Snickers bar + parade + friends, what more could a chicken ask for? Well, maybe some sleep would help....




Here is some video footage of the chicken on the loose (and my friend spidey). Check out the sound effects.

Pumpkins!

OK, my computer staff (aka dad) has been slacking on the job. To make up for the weeks without posts, he promises a deluge of cute photos.

Here I am with my friend Nene doing some pumpkin harvesting.



This one looks perfect, I just have to work on my powerlifting.

A gold medal awaits

By the time I'm old enough, I hope that tetherball is an official Olympic sport. I could be the Michael Jordan of t-ball!

Camping!

Last weekend we went camping up in Wyoming. It was my first camping trip as a mobile creature and I loved it! Freedom to roam makes for a happy baby (it's not my fault mom and dad get tired chasing me around).




I got to practice my favorite new word 'rock'. I love geology but dad says geologists are bad role models as they drink too heavily.



... speaking of which, nothing beats a nice, frosty beverage by the campfire.



It was a chilly night so I had to sleep in mom's sleeping bag (translation: mom didn't sleep at all), but it was a beautiful morning.



Whoa! A zebra is raiding the campsite.

B-day!

Happy birthday mama! You are the best!

Nature Baby

We just got back from Austin, TX where I got to hang out with Grandma McK. Awesome. What was not awesome was going outside - that place is a blazing inferno. So when I got back, I had to lace up my boots and do some hiking.

How do you like my hiking skirt? - sporty yet classy.



Of course, it is important to stop occasionally and vogue for the paparazzi.




Still photos too boring for you? How about an action vid? Hold onto your seat, this video is extreme, umm, I mean x-scream.

After walking 200 yards in an hour, a girl needs to rest her tired dogs in a nice cold stream.

The cuteness goes to 11

Damn - am I cute or what?

My First Hike

Last weekend we went up to the mountains with my friend Neva and her pit bulls (oh yeah, her parents were there too...). We went hiking, tossed food around in restaurants, and went hot-tubbing.

Here I am on my first self-powered hike. I made it about 50 yards in half an hour with lots of stops to eat flowers.



Neva and I posed for a picture that we can put in our heart-shaped lockets (hint, hint - we need some bling!).

F-day

For father's day, mom and I went for a picnic up in the mountains with Neva and her mom while the dads went mountain biking.

Of course, I had to fix dad's bike before he could ride. The derailleur needed adjusting, the brake rotors needed cleaning, and the whoziwhatsit needed my technical expertise.

Me and My Posse

Here are some pictures of the gulag where I get sent MWF. Its not really so bad- I get to hang out with my friends and steal blankets from the 5 month olds.

Chum in the water! Let the feeding frenzy begin!



Sometimes I cruise around with my peeps in our low rider quad-cabs (gun rack optional).



Check out my friend Ellie (with the white hat). She was hitting the sippy cup pretty hard while we were rollin' and passed out in transit. Light weight!

Dirty Deeds

Fathers often pass down to their children the passions they have in life - passions for literature, Star Wars, football, heavy drinking, etc.

So far, I have only managed to acquire my dad's passion for dirt. Hopefully things will improve as I get older. Maybe I'll become obsessed with parasites like mom? (isn't that an improvement!)

Friends

Here are some pictures of me with my friends. They teach me how to do all sorts of cool things...

Neva loves mardi gras. I don't know how she got all these beads, but they are great for accessorizing. Just like Mr. T.- I pity the fool....


On Saturday I went down to the Boulder Farmers Market so dad could hemorrhage money. I shared the bike trailer with Ada - we spent the ride stealing stuff from each other.




Ada 'borrowed' my sweater so we had to have a little standoff. It wasn't much of a competition - she is not only taller and stronger, her wrestling skills have been well-honed by living with 2 older brothers.

Berserk in Berserkeley

Now that all the hubbub over my ambulatory status has subsided, it is time to recap my recent trip to Berkeley. I stayed in a fancy hotel that had an awesome toilet bowl I tried to dive into and a restaurant where I could work on my pouty face for the over-serious business men.


I got some new books, including this one. Dad thought it was a fitting choice - little does he know that my chattering has only just begun... I love reading while strolling around town so dad can stuff his face with food.




I got to see my friends Jennie and Sean. Here I am trying to impress Sean at a pizza place.



Now I'm back in Boulder and I've been busy helping mom with the weeding. Hello? Child labor laws?

Taking the first steps

Ladies and gentleman - I took my first steps today! That's right - I am now officially a toddler.

OK - it won't win any Oscars for cinematography, but mom was trying to film stealthily so as not to distract me. Make sure your volume is set down - mom got pretty excited. If dad wasn't so computer illiterate, he would put in a soundtrack (maybe "We are the Champions"?) to make it a true cinematic experience.

After all that hard work, I had to feed myself some spaghetti (carbo-loading!).

Then I had to go stand by the door, waiting for dad so I could show him my new skillz.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Last week I celebrated my first birthday. It was awesome. All sorts of friends and family were there. Here is Ada trying to teach Carter and me how to walk. Evidently walking makes it easier to steal toys.

It's not a b-day party if there isn't some pong! I love ping pong because it gives me numerous opportunities to say my favorite word, "BALL". BALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALLBALL! When your vocabulary consists of 5 words (mom, dad, dog, ball, alligator), you have to use them as often as possible.

Here I am playing with Neva in the new sandbox that I got from G-ma and G-pa. I'm slowly learning that sand is not good to eat.

Showtime! My first birthday cake! This is great- you get to set things on fire and then eat lots of sugar. Mom made some awesome cupcakes and dad 'accidentally' bought re-light candles.

Score = mom 1, dad 0.

Actually, the frosting was the best part. All that chocolate kept me up late into the night.

Babies Gone Wild! - Spring Break 2011

Over 'spring' break, we returned to the depths of winter and spent a few days in the San Juan Mts. in southern Colorado. I got to hang out with my best friend Carter, dad got to go skiing (surprise, surprise), and mom recovered from a nasty cold (not easy when staying at over 10,000 feet).

Dad = sled dog. Mush, mush White Fang.

A sled is a great place for a nap -especially after crying all night and waking up everyone else in the hut.

Two peas in a pod...

After all that fun in the sun, I needed to relax with a frosty beverage (for those grandparents and concerned citizens in the audience - I should mention that the beer was empty - more or less).

Home on the Range

It's been nice and warm here so I get to go outside and do some grazing on the lawn (a.k.a the dirt pile).

Ummm, when will it stop being acceptable for my dad to post photos of my bare ass online? Someone please make it stop - these images are going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

I'm a regular comedian and a budding herpetologist. Here I am telling one of my favorite jokes "What do baby pythons play with? Rattle-snakes". Ba-dum, dum - thank you ladies and germs....

Thankfully this photo is black and white so you can't see that I've got a big green booger coming out of my nose. I've been sick a lot lately. Not fun.

Little Puppy

Dad is convinced that taking care of me is like taking care of a puppy. I'll take that as a compliment - I love puppies! Here I am showing off some of my dog-like skillz. Supposedly bad dogs eat trash.

Bad dogs also like to climb onto the dishwasher and look for sharp items to play with.

It is tough carrying things when crawling like a dog. Until mom and dad get me a fanny pack, I'll have to rely on my woodchuck teeth.

This is the new food bowl I inherited from Gunther - looks about right.