Stand and Deliver

I'm growing so fast and I love standing tall. Watch out WNBA, here I come!

Thursday

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I get to hang out with dad all day (actually, dad gets to hang out with _me_ all day). We do lots of fun stuff - here are some photos from our day today.

Dad lets me crawl around in the living room without a diaper (don't tell mom) - definitely some Risky Business.

Dad was ignoring me, so I had to take matters into my own hands and read myself a book. Yep - I'm pretty precocious.

After all that reading and prancing around nudie, I had to take a nap. For some reason, I only go to sleep when I'm being carried around the neighborhood on my pet mule.

After nap time, it was time to do some grocery shopping. Here I am next to my favorite item at the grocery store. This pouty face was unleashed to get dad to put more bananas in the cart.

By the end of the day, dad was ready to feed me to a saber-toothed tiger. Good thing I'm not a baby growing up in the Pleistocene.

Jaws

Evidently Grandma was pissed at dad for being slow to update my blog. So here you go - a collage of cuteness to appease my fans. I like to ham it up for the camera (ummm, ham - that reminds me that I'm hungry...)

With all the crawling I've been doing lately, I've been eating a lot of food - pastrami, quinoa, goat cheese, pickles, dried peas off the ground, bananas with a side of lint - you name it and it gets engulfed. I'm kind of like a great white shark in a high chair.

Stay tuned for videos of my dance moves (no joke).

Hook, line, and sinker

This video made possible by mom's antiquated record collection and dad's boredom.

Check out the crawling skills! I'm basically hell on wheels now. Watch out electrical sockets - here I come!

Snow bunny

Between X-mas and New Years, I was up near Winter Park relaxing with G-ma, G-pa, Aunt Sara, Rob, Uncle Eli, Tian, and my favorite cousins Ari and Zoe. Of course, I can't forget Waggles the Dog who kept me company whenever I was eating food at my high chair.

It was great - so great that I didn't even want to sleep at night for fear of missing all the fun (Mom still managed to smile despite sleep deprivation).

We don't have many photos of me playing with everyone - for some reason my dad only takes photos when skiing is involved.

O.K., so it wasn't the Hahnenkamm course in Kitzbuhel and I wasn't actually skiing (if you are a stickler for details). However, I did cheer on dad as we were shredding the flat snowmobile trail. I was so excited I passed out in the backpack.

Skiing was pretty fun - I can't wait until Dad takes me on sabbatical (a.k.a. the 'ski'-batical) to Hokkaido! It won't be long before I'm showing him how to ski the pow.

Stay tuned - a video of my mad crawling/slithering skills will debut soon on a blog near you. It is basically Oscar-worthy material if there was an Oscar category for cute babies doing cute stuff.

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.