As always, I'm a bit behind the times as Oma came to visit at the beginning of May. But, better late than never, and we had a blast. Oma taught me a couple new games like "climb the stairs" and "throw stuff in the bathtub". Without further ado, pictures!!
Oma took a hands on approach to helping me read. I had a slight Austrian accent by the end of the weekend :) We all went to the aquarium together. This super-huge fish tank had lots of cool fishies. My favorite is the puffer-fish. It was just enough to distract me from being strapped to my dad's chest. Dad, common!!!! Yes dad, my head smells like baby. Stop being inappropriate. Ooooohhhhhh, fishy! You mean I get to touch the fishies? It's okay that I can only use one finger. I only touch things in two ways anyway, one finger touch and all out smack! One finger star fishy touch. If I behave myself, can I take the shark home?
Otters clap clap clap! Then on Sunday we went to Cirque duSoleil. I took the opportunity to do some interval training on the way from the car to the circus tent. Sprint, run out of gas, get carried . . . sprint . . . Family picture. Can you believe the "Sunday best" outfit they put me in? Corteo, what does that mean? Does it mean something in frog language? On the way into the show, they funneled us through the gift shop. Does this hat make my butt look big?
I have something in mind. Can you tell what it is? Tasty cream of vanilla ice n stuff with crunchy outer coating of chocolate goodness!!! Hmmmm. This may be the best thing God has yet created. More! Brain FREEZE!!!! You could have warned me that it was cold!
It hurts! And yet, it tastes so good :) More please. Wait, what was I doing? And I'm spent. That ice cream took a lot out of me.
Been a while since I reported out on life in the fast lane, but just hold tight. There are some exciting events in the chute and now, without further ado, here is the first wave of pictures. . .
Gramma and Grampa came to visit in mid-April. I could talk about all the phenomenal stuff we did or how much fun we had, but the real story is in the cuisine.
Turkey jerky people!!! Did you all know about this stuff and keep me in the dark. TURKEY JERKY!!!! GOAL!!!!! TURKEY JERKY!!!! And, I turned 10 months old. And, how does any self respecting 10 month old that just discovered jerky celebrate? Bowling of course :)
Freedom is just on the horizon. I'm so close I can taste it! Argh!!!! Foiled again! Why won't they just let me go? Ian and I spent some time commiserating after Auntie NayNay foiled my jail brake. Ian gets me. But, I let Auntie NayNay apologize by feeding me french fries. We all have a price.