These are my folks, they're awesome fun, but sure whine a lot and focus way too much on sleep. Sleep is for the weak. Almost a year with me, and they've not killed over yet. Notice their strained smiles.
I'm all about feeding myself these days and practicing my finger squash paintings. I should have something out in one of the local galleries soon.
Now, don't make me mad, I'm quite practiced at throwing a fit if needed.
PJ time, mama and me
They make me help with the laundry already, can you believe them?
Ahh, bubbles, gimme-gimme-gimme
Getting into my jerry-groove with my rainstick.
Oh yeah, I'm mooselicious
Omm... to my nakie budda lady. I love her.
My rainstick that Auntie Rita made for me. I shake and crash this bamboo stick all around the house, watch out.
Curry, coconut curry, eat it up yummmm....
This December, the UPS guy and I got to know each other well. He came to my house nearly once a week. My all-time favorite - packaging bubbles, pop, pop, pop till I drop.
Snuggling up on grandpa (I'm sick with fever) usually the only time I'm willing to slow down and snuggle. 
I have a thing for keys...
Check out the new backpack pop got for us. I'm thinking in say 15 years, I'm gonna need to get one of these for me to carry him up the mountain. But for now, they both have me in the woods at least twice a week. I can do a great screach owl call, come along.
