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.