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.