More Island Flim-Flam

Me, Breadwinner and Breadbutterer in front of the smallest hotel on the island.

Here's Dad getting lost in the mighty forests of the north . . .

Mom, me, and a vista whose beauty pales before mine . . .

Thanks for the tongue shot, Dad - it's just lovely.

My Big Trip

Dear Readers, I have returned from my big vacation to Mackinac.
Despite slurs cast upon it by some more "lyrical" writers, I had a lovely time.

Here's me and Dad on the ride to the island -
it would have been a pleasant trip - if Dad hadn't screamed like a little girl!

I enjoyed a fantastic lunch with this movie star -
(who looked a lot like Mom).

O Waiter! My pureed squash is overdone!

Thanks G.G.!

Thanks for the hip sunglasses - watch out Mackinac!

Portrait of the Artist As a Young Woman

Add painting to my (lengthy) list of accomplishments.

Behold the fruits of my labors. Lovely, muted,
with hints of Picasso and Hieronymus Bosch.

My secret? The little understood "paint with the handle" technique.
Watch out avant garde sissies! I'll use the back of the handle on you too, if you catch my drift!

Fast Track to Childhood Obesity

What is this tasty morsel you dangle before me?

My stars, that's good.
No really - you have to try this. It's called a do-nut. Trust me.

I Crawl, Therefore I Am

Dear Readers,

My ability to crawl has been questioned. I present this video as proof of my mobility. Please forgive the delay in posting this footage; it took a while to fake the video - I mean, to upload our completely truthful evidence.

Caught in the Act!

I thought I could fool everyone into thinking I couldn't crawl -
that way I could force Mom and Pops to carry me around
like a languid Oriental goddess!
But my desperate desire for the pink duck overwhelmed my need for secrecy!

New Workout Fad

Here I am, performing my new exercises.
Holding firmly onto the well-folded clothes basket,
I gently tip the basket until the clothes tumble out, no longer folded!

Why my new interest in exercise?
Besides trying to fit into my "skinny diapers,"
I have a lot of time now that Dad's number one post-bar activity is "laze about like a tiny beached whale."


Get out of bed, hippie!
Fetch me Monkey Kat!

My New Friends

I made some new friends this summer. My best friend you ask?
Mr. Pretzel Stick, of course!

OK, Grams is nice too . . .

Hey, get the paparazzi out of here!

Peeping Into the Blogosphere

Hello? Is anyone still there?

Praise be to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Iacobus!
Praise be to the Lord of Mommy, Daddy, and Kees-Dawg!
The Almighty Internet has returned in glory!
Rend thy sackcloth onesies and slay the fatted Gerber's Sweet Potatoes!

Sacagawea Extremism is back forever!