Awesome August

Hmmm, what should I tear up next?


Mom and Pop had this new screened-in porch built this summer, it's awesome! Pop-pop peeled more apples than I've ever seen. Our tree was so heavy with fruit this year we thought it might split apart. We've made apple juice, apple pie, apple sauce, and maybe tonight some apple fritters...

Grandma's reading to me out on the porch, while I take a nakie lounge break - my prefered attire on warm days.

Our friends - molly, damon and oscar let us spend a long weekend up at their cabin in Celo - we had such an amazing, easy, relaxing time. Only wish life was like this more often.

Chowing down on the deck, gazing at those big black mountains.

Mom, still hasn't made me give up the nay-nay yet. Ahh, makes me feel so sleepy and good.

Digging, splashing, tossing stream stones in the toe river.

Hey, I can see myself in the side mirror. Hi Rye!

Mom and Pop were so at ease out here. I think they thought they were back in Guatemala.

Gimme some old mountain dew...

Agua,agua,agua....boat,boat,boat!

Summer in Montana

Gitty-up, gitty-up, let's go!

All this snow, I thought you promised me creek-dipping and fly fishing. I'm not liking this much.

Ok, if I pretend snow is sand, I can tolerate, but I'm more of a carribean dude.

let's see if we can really insert a video...

Jumping into Spring time

As far as far I know, I don't think this was a nudie beach, but Na Na didn't care that I was in the buff.

South Carolina makes me reflective.

I'm conducting a symphony of hermit crabs and seagulls.

Momma kept trying to give away this great tasting green bumpy bread to the seagulls, but I still managed to steal one and choke it down.

Boat, boat, boat, boat. My new favorite word and get out my way if I see one.

Papa and I enjoying a yummy malted drink.

This huge thing made me yell and point a bunch, and papa angry when the lady said he couldn't carry me up there.

Old colonial mansions with live oaks and spanish moss, so boring I must have passed out. Family huddle. I like giving big hugs now.

Hunting Island was a ready made jungle gym of old timbers and tidal pools.

I think I'm what you might call boat people. Grandpa Dickens will be impressed.

Early kick around sessions, part of pop's sinister plan to turn me into an English Premier League footballer.

Grandma Bullock was watching me, so my parents actually could relax for a moment.

Papa traded some manual labor for this cool used slide.

Snugglin' up on mama, trying to charm her for something...

The Dow Jones was down 33 points yesterday in heavy trading.

Chicken pox, bring it on baby!

Backyard party at rye's house, man I'm happy to not be cooped up anymore.

I'm such a big boy in papa's sweater, I think I'm growing chest hair now.

"Yo-de-lay-he-ho!"

Dig, dig, dig, pick a flower, eat a flower, dig, dig, dig

Me and ladybug, sweetly tearing up the kitchen, of course, she made me do it.

Foot painting in rice cereal, my new toe medium.

I think I'm trapped in this sweater.