Ophidiophobia

This is Jasmine slithering on my head.  She's a boa constrictor and I got to pet her today.  She is very nice.  Jasmine lives at a petting zoo that I visited today with my cousins.  We sent this picture via a text message to Mommy.  Mommy replied with a message reading, "That's not even funny... Get that thing off of him."  You see, Mommy has a phobia of snakes.  She can't even look at a picture of them, especially a picture of a snake slithering on her baby boy's head.  It's a good thing she wasn't there because she probably would have passed out.  Don't worry, Mommy, Jasmine was very sweet to me.  I barely noticed she was there.

Superman's Training

"Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound."

Hey, even Superman had to start somewhere.

Oh, and check me out at the playground (the video is split so you'll have to play both).

I so "own" that jungle gym.

The Climbing Stage

Hello there!  It's good to see you again.  I have a little time to post to my blog because I'm back to hanging out with Daddy during the day.  It's only temporary.  He's taking a few days off from his daytime gig of betting on the races.  I think he's lost a lot of money at the track and needs to wait for Mommy to make him some more before he can return.  Anyway, he seems a lot more relaxed now than before the summer started and is even letting me "dive" into my passions.  As you know, my passions for things change quite frequently.  I've gone through the crawling stage, the putting everything in my mouth stage, the learning to walk stage, the learning to dance stage, and so on.  What stage am I in now?  I bet you can't guess it... oops, I forgot about the title. 

 

Mommy and Daddy wondered, after they entered the room one day and I was sitting and minding my own business on the side table, how I was able to climb up there.  Now they know.  Gather children: watch and learn.

Will You Marry Me, Aunt Bethy?

Wait... what?  He did?  She said, "Yes"?  BLASTED!!!  It appears that "Uncle" C. beat me to it.  I guess I'm one day and a giant rock-on-a-ring short.  Oh well.  At least I'm getting another awesome uncle, an uncle who has the power and money to obtain an impressive and giant rock-on-a-ring. 

Dear Uncle C., now that I'm going to officially be your nephew, will you buy me an airplane and a horse?  Thanks.  And don't worry Uncle C., I didn't really want to marry my Aunt Bethy.  Why would I marry the girl when I can have my "awesome" aunt for free?  Besides, it would be way too weird and I'm not going to have any trouble getting girls to like me when I strut around with my good looks, airplane, and horse.  So anyway, Uncle C., congratulations.  I look forward to learning many important things from you, just like the super-cool fist bump you taught me.

To you, Aunt Bethy- congratulations.  You are the best, deserve the best, and you're getting it.  And thanks for waiting for me to be born and learn to walk because now I'm fully ready and able to join the party.  I'm very excited about your wedding day.  I'm so excited in fact, that I've already picked out my attire for the special day.  I think my little Irishman outfit is very appropriate.  Perhaps I could be the centerpiece at your reception table.  You go ahead, think about it, and let me know.  It's whatever you want, Aunt Bethy.

Oh, and Aunt Bethy, look at what I learned to do this morning! Maybe it's better if I'm not allowed on the tables at your wedding reception.