Gratuitious Nudity

My friend, Jonah, had a birthday party at the river. There was some streaking.

The Farmers Market

One of my most favorite things to do in the summer is go to the farmers market. I eat my year's worth of vitamin C in the form of berries all summer long. This morning we saw some great music (kids just a little bigger than me playing mandolin and fiddle) and I ate a pint of blueberries.

I'm a boy now

It was pointed out to me recently that I haven't been updating here much lately. I apologize. I somehow forget that people keep up with me this way. Here's a great shot of me with my Pingu lunch bag which Auntie Teene gave me for my third birthday. I'm headed out for my first official field trip at school. Mom packed me a lunch. I ate most of it when I got home that night.

Present of the Year

Christmas has come and gone and of course I got a bunch of cool stuff. But every year there's one present that stands out. this year it was this Toot-Toot kit. I can build all these crazy horn-whistle-tuba instruments and then march around the house with them.

Props to Dad.

Happy Halloween!

It's my third Halloween now so you think I'd be getting in the swing of things. But while I really love pumpkins and ghosts and skeletons and everything else Halloween-y, I'm just not that into donning a costume. Maybe next year. Or even tonight, who knows?

But I went to Dad's office party again last night. I think the ladies there cook up a Halloween party just as a way to hang out with us kids. Here's me and Dad. I'm dressed up as a stunt man, in case you couldn't tell.


And here's me having some treats. Mom took one look at this picture and noticed every little piece of candy in it (the Kit Kat in my hand, the gummy worm on the plate, that tempting Snickers bar and who knows how much sugar is in those cookies with frosting!) I was just a little wound up when I got home.


Happy Halloween!

Pumpkin Season

Here's me and my friend Eli at the pumpkin patch. We're pretty cute. We also got to ride on a tractor. That rocked. Thanks to Eli's mom for sending us the picture.

Ice Cream

Until recently, I never liked ice cream. It was really cold and kind of freaked me out I guess. I'd take one tiny taste, shiver like the dickens and shun all future offers of the stuff.

But just over a week ago, I had some homemade ice cream at a party in our back yard and it was soft and silky and sweet and yummy. It was cold but not too cold. I like the way it slid down into my tummy. I wanted more.

So now I like ice cream.

Tonight we went to the park. It's getting dark early so we had to go right after supper. I swung for a while and teeter-tottered with a kid named Corbin (I weighed more than him.) Then we decided to go to the guitar store because, you know, I'm in the market.

But the guitar store was closed.

So we went to Ben & Jerry's.

And that's when I got my first ice cream cone. I got a spoon, too because, you know, you can never be to careful. But I took my cone outside where all these kids were. It was a soccer team having ice cream cones, they did a cheer for Paco who apparently scored the goal. I just wanted to stand by them while I ate my ice cream.

Mom and Dad watched and wondered how fast the time would go before I was the same age as those bigger kids, licking ice cream cones in shin guards.

So I offered Dad a lick. Then mom. Then Seeger.

Seeger ate the whole scoop.