Grandpa's Trailer

Look what Grandpa hauled in his trailer, a pretty heavy load.  It's just little old me.  Ha ha.

 I love my Grandpa.  He has the coolest toys at his house (aka: tractors, trailers, lawn mowers and sheds).

Bye bye!  We're off for a fun adventure!

Fourth of July

 Hello, it's me again.  Are you wondering why we are sitting outside in the dark, with me in my PJ's?  Yeah, I am, too.  What the heck?

 Oh.  Daddy said it's July 4th.  The birthday of our wonderful nation.  Apparently we celebrate by watching fireworks outside.  As you can tell, I'm just not into it. 

 Wait, what's that?  Cool!  I love the fireworks!  Wait, why are they over?  Come back fireworks!

Oh Sissy, someday you too will understand the joys of the 4th.  Until next year!

Table Manners

Baby Sissy needs some help with table manners.  As you can see, she is quite the slob.  I will teach her the ways of the world and give her my pearls of wisdom, table manner version 1.0.

Baby Sissy, when someone gives you a corn husk, put it on your head.  It makes an excellent conversation starter.

Northern Exposure

A couple of weeks after our CB trip, we ventured north to Grandma and Grandpa T's house for a summer picnic.

I spent the majority of the time here in the best pool ever.  Being the wild and crazy guy I am, I stayed in the deep end the whole time.

My tame cousins were busy playing on this thing.  Weird slip and slide.  Where's baby sister?

Opa!

My pool's been envaded!  Alert alert!

Finally, the crem de la crem.  I highjacked Grandpa's lawn tractor and trailer when he wasn't looking.  Ellen's mad driving skills rubbed off on me.  Watch out world, here I come.

CB

That's my daddy in our new backyard pool!

Our family posed for a self portrait.  I can't believe we have a new pool.

Brayden, Claire, Amelia and I decided to fly sans parents to Iowa.  And, no, we're not too young to fly solo mio. Duh.

All my other cousins showed up, too.  Ellen and Ryan drove their parent's truck.  I hear Ellen has mad driving skills.

While in Iowa, we cousins got a distress call that Auntie Brandy and Auntie Beth needed to be rescued from the zoo.  We don't ask questions, we just help.

Once at the zoo, we found our 2nd cousin, Cara.  She was hanging out in the jungle.  Always smiling, of course.

We're handsome men.

Aaah, I'm in my element.  The fish tank.

Wait, how'd they all get in this photo?  I was doing such a good job of convincing you, gentle reader, that we cousins truly did take a solo trip to CB.  Drat.  Well, photos never lie, even though I may fib every now and again.  This is the nicest family picture I've ever seen.  Such love!

The best picture, EVER.  My peeps.  We all had a great time visiting CB this year and didn't even have to drive through any tornados.  What a plus!  Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa, for the wonderful time. 

Just Another Day

Another day in the life of little old me.  You caught me eating, again.  I seem to always get my photo taken with a huge mouth full of food.  Mommy says it's the only time she can get me to look at the camera because I'm contained at the table.  Whatever.  She's just not fast enough.

Hello world, I'm awake!  Are you ready for me? 

Wow!  Daddy was busy building me a new Lego garage.  Better take a look at it quickly before the demolition company (ie: ME) comes through.  Won't be long.

Seems as though no one has fed Elmo in a while.  He's hungry singing YMCA while begging for food.  Little does Mommy know, this is a ploy by me to avoid eating my snack.  Hee heee hee.

Oh no, Elmo's now thirsty.  Mommy has since banned me from giving Elmo liquids.  Seems as though Elmo is a bit messy with his drink.  I had NOTHING to do with the chocolate milk spill all over his mouth, I swear!

I love playing in the car.  It really annoys Mommy and Daddy, I have no idea why.  It's time to turn up the tunes in Daddy's car. 

I'm not actually turning all the knobs, moving the seat, switching the hazards on--really.  Do I look mischievious?  Yeah, didn't think so. 

The Lost Easter Bunny

Hey!  Look what I'm doing.  Despite what you may see, not eating a delicious bowl of Mommy's Robin Egg Soup.  Although, that does sound splendid.

Nope, I'm coloring Easter eggs!  Seems as though the Easter bunny got lost this year and showed up at our house a bit late.  Maybe Cassius ate the real Easter bunny and it took Easter administration this long to send a replacement.

Look at that color.  I know, it's not so great.  That's what happens when your Mommy and Daddy buy brown eggs.  Who does that?!?!  Ugh.  My parents are quite lame sometimes.

Mommy got a bit overzealous with the egg dying.  Chill, Mommy, chill.  I think she needs to get out of the house a bit more...

I am the champion!  Is that the best Bobo egg EVER?  I should say so.  Anyway, I hope the Easter bunny doesn't get lost next year. 

Pssst, now that Mommy's not looking, I can tell you the truth...this post is a LIE!  We actually colored eggs the night before Easter and Mommy's been too lazy to get my blog up to date.  Sometimes I wonder about her ethics.  Those darn nurses. 

Coming Right Up

Don't touch that dial, folks, because a new post all about me is coming soon!  In the meantime, enjoy the latest edition of my Sissy's blog.  She's more productive than me nowadays.  It's tough getting old.

Ugh. Picture Time.

Guess who came to visit a while ago?  Grandma F!  We had an awesome time catching up.  Of course, Mommy had to ruin everything by forcing us to sit for a photo.  Look how upset we all are. 

Yeah, now that baby sister is here, she takes pictures all the time.  She tries to get us to pose together.  Here, Mommy, this is a good one.  Okay we're done now, right?

Ugh, more photos?  Look, Amelia is exhausted--time to quit already.

Make her stop using me as a lounge chair!  She's not supposed to watch TV until she's two anyway.  Sheesh.

I love you anyway, Amelia.  Even though you are already addicted to TV. 

Random milk face photo.  Guess what I was doing in this photo?  Watching Cars, of course.  Duh!

Fun.

Notice I have no witty title?  My brain is tired.  Lately, I've been very interested in forts.  I ask to have a fort made of the couch cushions at least once per day--it seems to drive Mommy and Daddy nuts.  Oh well.  I do need something to do.

Here I am pondering.  I'm pondering why my blog has turned into a cat-filled propaganda machine.  What the heck?  I just don't get it.  We have another animal, called a dog.  His name is Cassius.  I've heard he's cute. 

Grandma, do you know of this dog, Cassius?  What?  You've heard he has sharp teeth and barks?  Hmmm, sounds interesting.  I may need to investigate.

Holy cow!  He does have teeth and look at that vertical.  Not too bad for an 8 year old hound.

Sorry Cashy, I mean 56 in dog years.  Yep, I know math!

Cashy and I enjoyed the last of the winter snow about a month ago.  He LOVES snowballs and would eat them until the snow was gone.

I loved feeding them to him.  He wagged his tail in appreciation.  Can't wait for more snowballs next year, Cassius.  There.  No more stinkin' kitty propaganda.  Take that, Miss Kitty.