Monday, October 6, 2008

How Did Sand Get There?

You ever been to the beach for a nice day of sun and water, only to find that sand had invaded every crease? Well, yeah . . . let's move on.

We got to the park and had a little sit down time before getting to the sand events.

Dad just looks the wrong size, doesn't he?

What was I thinking here? "Why did all those investors not see the underlying risk in the collateralized debt obligations and credit default swaps?" Yeah, that was it, deep thought.

Hey, paparazzi!! Is this my good side?

Does Daddy remind you of the manager from Office Space? Ummm, yeah. I think you're going to have to redo that TPS report. . .

Daddy, can I walk on water?

No no, Son. Hold my hand and we'll learn what gravity and density are all about.

Future plumbers of America :)

Wait a minute, I've been walking on play material. Let's get this party started. I love the feel of sand between my fingers.

And, I love sand above my head. Can you use sand to exfoliate your follicles?

I love the feel of sand between my toes! Wreck anything from "The Establishment"! All things stacked are meant to come down!

Wait, what's that sound?? AIRPLANE!! AIRPLANE!!! (pronounced aiwpwaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin)

Who wants to get soft touches from Connor? Hold my hand?

What does this stuff taste like? Yum, earthy.

Do you think I could have been on Baywatch?

Yum, this stick also tastes earthy. . .

DUCKY!!! Come here please. I want to supplement my mid-morning earthy snack with some duck liver pate.
Okay, I can't walk on water. But, it is good for washing off.
This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, and this little piggy had duck pate, and this little piggy couldn't catch that #$(* bird and went hungry. DUCKY!!!!!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Grandmamma Berg is Coming

I don't get to see my Oma as much as I'd like. But, I love it when we get time to play. During this visit in August, Mother Nature also recognized Oma's visit by offering a little sky painting. At least I think Mother Nature did it as I haven't known Oma to control the weather and heavens in the past. But, you never know with Oma. . .

We played with some of the toys in the living room. I was trying to teach Oma how to read, but I think she was distracted by my deep blue eyes.

When I finally got her to concentrate, she got the hang of it really quickly.

I love to READ!!!! Gimmi some sugar!!!!

May I help you? Oh yes, behind me is the music animal. Can you make it go? We must have music at all times. Sesame Street is my favorite these days. Nothing better than the Elmo Song.

I'm also a big fan of head butts. I have to be careful of the soft spots though. . .

Oma, you're doing it wrong. Please don't make me discipline you :(

Oops, caught on tape. These are "soft touches", I swear.

Freedom! If I'm real quite, maybe they won't figure out I've escaped for a while. Notice my outfit (a new addition from Oma's love of the Kenneth Cole line for young, strapping men).

Deep in thought.

Touchdown? How big is Connor? Airplane? What?

We sat on the porch for a while and paid our respects to the crowds that gathered. No sense in being rude to the fans.

As always happens, we had to go back inside at some point. I love playing outside, but all the food and bedding is inside. I gotta figure out how to fix that. . .
And before you knew it, the trip was over way too fast. Oma gives good nose kisses.