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.

A place of my own

I turned two on May 16.

And to celebrate, my Grandma and Grandpa Dyrness got me my own place. A sort of Toddler Bachelor Pad. It's pretty sweet. I'm drawing up some plans for landscaping. Here's a picture of me surveying the yard from my porch.

Bath time at Eli-Eli-O's house: Redux

Okay, I know I'm risking another nasty letter from his lawyer, but I was over at Eli's house the other night (we were celebrating the last seder) and the parents decided it would be fun to do another bath time.

Thus more naked pictures.


But I'm not the one showing off my tooshie.

Boo-Bar

You may be familiar with "March Madness" but it was brand new to me this year. During March Madness I became acquainted with this really fun sport called basketball, I pronounce it "boo-bar."

I became a fan: all the bouncing and jumping really won me over. I'm already a fan of balls, but I was instantly enamored with the nets.

Well, this weekend Dad really surprised me. I was coming home from the park with Mama, admiring every boo-bar net we saw along the way. Imagine my reaction when I arrived home to find Dad and Uncle Andy assembling a new gas grill. Okay, so that part wasn't so exciting. But THEN. Then he took another box out of the car and inside was my very own boo-bar net and some balls.

Dad likes to play a game called "horse" but I just like to dunk balls in the basket. It's really, really fun.

Taking Albuquerque by storm

Well perhaps the more accurate verb tense would be "took" Albuquerque by storm since it was almost a month ago, but I've been really busy growing up and learning new words and everything so forgive my tardiness in blog updating.

We went to Albuquerque for President's Day weekend and visited Uncle Edwin and Aunt Lynn and my Cousin Michael, who is 8 and very much bigger than me. I think he's really neat. We also got to see Grandma Williams (that's here in the picture, Hi Grandma!) and Aunt Katherine and Uncle Stan. I had too many adventures to count.

But by far the best time was at something the adults kept calling the International Balloon Museum. But I don't know why they called it that when it was really the International Ramp and Stair Museum. I had the best time running up and down the ramps and stairs. I had even more fun when Michael played with me.








And before we went home, Michael gave me an Albuquerque Rubber Duckie. I can't wait to see him again.

Dance Party!

On Monday, Dad and Grandma Williams took me to a dance party at the Children's Museum.

At first I didn't know what to do.


But these nice people from Greasy Kid Stuff were playing really fun music.


And when they broke out the hula hoops I really got into it.


So by the end I was helping them pick out songs.



My favorite dance tune is Rock Lobster by the B-52s. I really need to get that on my iPod.

On pajamas

Thanks to my cousin, Eric, I have both French pajamas and American pajamas. Let me tell you about the difference. American pajamas have zipppers -- at least the kind with built in feets which my folks seem to favor, I think they're worried about me getting cold -- and French pajamas of the same ilk have snaps: lots and lots of snaps.

Take these for example:

French Red Striped Pirate Pajamas. They have snaps up the back, between the legs and across the tooshie. They really are a test of Mom and Dad's snapmanship (or snappersonship if you prefer.) I have a similar number from the Gap I like to call Robot Parade. One zip and I'm ready for stories and bed. The snap under the chin is totally optional. And yet? I prefer the French Red Striped Pirate Pajamas. Come on! They're French! And they have a pirate!

P.S. Props to Aunt Poosers for the pics. She delivers!

I had a very merry Christmas, thanks.

And you?