Joyful January

Check out my cardboard tunnel. I can crawl through this cave all day long, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth....



My stylin ride that got all the neighborhood kids sweet-talking me for a lift.


Grampa Dickens came to town and being the expert sleeper that he is, he was able to lull me into slumber - which I must say is quite the challenge.

See, look, I'm wide awake and grinning for pop, not a bad waterfall either.

Grammy Kim had a blast swinging with me, she's so easy for me to delight. I think it was her first time in a big girl red swing.

Beep, beep, outta my way people!

Yeah, mom and pop like the woods. They even let me roll around in the dirt and nibble on the leaves.

After Christmas we had tons of family in town and we had birthday cake to celebrate 8 birthdays.

My cousins Amelia and Josephine with Auntie Laura and her squeezable pups.

Sleepy-headed and curly topped. I'm bouncing on mom and pops bed. I love it ever so much!

There's some serious building going on here.

I give kisses now, bet you'd like one.

All these people, they're like my ma's kin or something.

Don't you just want to squeeze me?

I love this rolly, sweeper, lawn-mower thing, and of course, being nudie.

Sled train with Claire and Hannah

I must be concentrating upon something magnificent.

Washcloth peek-aboo. I can improvise with anything.

We're all thrilled for the photo-op - Stella, me, Jude, headless papa and the ear of bigwheel.

My auntie Shane, keeping me toasty.

I'm not quite sure why they're making me do this weird thing. Everybody else is smiling and laughing. I don't get it?

Helping mama get some kale ready for dinner.

My new farm animal magnets that talk and sing. I can do a superb jig on my knees to the "farmer in the dell".

Mama's got soooo many teeth. I'm growing mine too and have been extra generous in nibbling on my fans.

The night before the big trip. We were all supposed to go to a deserted island in the Turks and Caicos with Auntie Rita and Lis, but yeah, I caused problems. Seems that the airline gave mom and pop the incorrect info and I'm a homeland security threat being passport free and all- so 2 days before our trip all craziness broke lose. Anyway, my aunties went to the Turks and we 3 headed to St. John. Mom and Pop were really, really bumbed. I proceeded to get sick and so did papa. I refused to sleep and was maybe, could you say, cranky? Here's some photos of our snot-filled, cranky vacation in the tropics. Obviously, I come from a long lineage of spoiled folks.

I would only nap in the car. I had a big boy carseat for 2 year olds or something and it was awesome - within seconds I would glaze over and just chill. My folks ended up driving the island everyday and for hours!

Booty-shot!

Back at home, with my drumming rig, and hey, did I tell you that I can walk a few steps?