Hey Good Lookin'

Mirrors are fascinating. They make me smile. I'm not sure that I have the whole reflection concept down yet, but whatever I'm seeing I like. There's always this handsome blue-eyed baby staring right back at me. So I smile back and so does he. Anyway, Mommy and Daddy like to carry me around in the 'Baby Bjorn.' I believe 'Baby Bjorn' is Swedish for 'Strap baby in one of these so you can use your hands and actually get stuff done.' I don't mind it and it does allow for some good mirror time. Here's a look (not much to hear):

Enjoy your Tuesday!

Is it gas? It's gas. It's gas, isn't it?

One of my Daddy's most overused Simpson's quote is the title of this post. Yes, it probably is gas and I have a lot of it. In fact, you can take it. I don't want it anymore. It may be fun when I'm a little older but right now it likes to sneak up on me and "grab" me from behind. It may last for seconds or hours. It may sit in my insides while it grows bigger and stronger. It may release in different forms and from either end. I apologize for the graphic nature of this post. However, when something is such a big part of your life, like gas is for mine, then sometimes you just need to share. Heck (that's my new word), even if it's not gas you'll hear Mommy and Daddy say, "I bet it's gas." Maybe I'm just hungry, tired, or bored, Mommy and Daddy. So you want it? You go it. Get your free gas here. 'Energy crisis' my a__. Even this morning while napping I cried a quick, screeching scream due to a temporary build up. Daddy ran up the stairs and hurried into the room. As soon as he opened the door I let one rip. Then, back to sleep. That one was a little easier. At least it keeps Daddy on his toes. The following video is a depiction of how I try and handle the gas situation.



My feeling is that I can rid of this problem if I could just get that darn sock off and get my foot in my mouth. I'm not sure why this would work but I've got nothing to lose.

By the way, I had a great time at the lake. Thank you to all who made it possible. I swam for the first time. The water was cold so I only got in to my waist. I also went on my first boat ride before we left. Yes, I was a little tired, but you would be to if you had to entertain everyone all weekend.

To The Lake!

This weekend, Mommy, Daddy, Onyx and I are headed to The Lake for the Fourth of July. I've got a lot to do to get ready. First I have to take Onyx to the vet because his ear smells really bad. I hope to see some other dogs there. Then it's time to pack. I have to get my fishing gear, sunglasses, crab hat, sunscreen, flippers, floaties, sandcastle construction equipment, marshmallow stick, and the car seat to kayak seat adapter. Oh wait, I forgot... Mommy and Daddy have yet to provide me with any of this stuff (except the crab hat) and Mommy says, "no kayaking for you little boy." I guess I'll just sit on the dock with Onyx and Tiger and watch all of the fun. I could use some quiet reflection time. Here is a sneak preview of what I plan to do in the car ride there. It is also a result of only getting five hours of sleep last night (sorry, Mommy).

Birthday Suit for Kyle

Happy 12th Birthday, Cousin Kyle! In honor of your special day I am wearing my birthday suit. It's great to roll around and feel the breeze. Thanks for giving me an excuse to celebrate. I hope you have a "cheeky" birthday!

Eye of the Tiger

I started the first of my first July with my morning exercise routine. It included some 'tummy time’, which is quickly turning into 'crawl time.' Tiger was my aim today. He gives me that "look" with his lion eye and then I chase him. I was moving pretty fast today... felt like a mile-a-minute. You'll notice that I had the hiccups, a situation that can hinder my performance. Hiccups are very frustrating and have plagued babies for centuries. I propose more scientific research in this area.

Daddy normally works with me on motor coordination, speed and strength. Mommy works with me on speaking and language because, let us face it, this is her strength. Only Mommy can get me to have full conversations and have a good laugh. My "squeal" is merely an imitation of her speech. Speaking of Mommy, I am joining her for lunch this afternoon.

That's it for today. I have to get back to my routine. Tiger keeps giving me that lion eye. Little does he know that I have the eye of a tiger!