A big milestone has occurred! I skated for real, in real skates, on real ice!
Mom and dad took turns skating me around the lake. I loved it when they made me go fast, but also when they hugged and encouraged me.
When I got tired, or they got tired of helping me, we used my new sled from Grampy and Grandma.
What a special day for our little family! Skating brought mom and dad together and now they can share it with me.
And to all a good night!
…For unto us a child is born!
Dad walking me and Twizzle in the backyard.
I am sure all my fans would like to know that I recently perfected the art of walking. One day I was standing in mom and dad’s room drinking a bottle and I noticed an unprotected iPhone on the nightstand. In a moment of sheer desperation of wanting the phone and having my hands occupied by the bottle, my feet willed me across the floor taking little steps. Mom thought it was a moment for the history books but dad remarked that he thought I had already taken my first steps earlier.
No matter how the story of my first steps actually goes, the fact remains that I now walk as my primary mode of transportation, Don’t worry, mom, I’ll still let you carry all my stuff.
Mom, Grandma and I went to St. Louis this weekend. Mom had some oboe thing, but we made it into a big adventure.
It was a very fun weekend, to which this photo diary will attest:
We flew on a plane to get there.
I made sure mom knew about water landings before take off.
After church we visited a big sculpture park.
This is made out of old oil barrels. Nice photo bomb, grandma.
This is a big deck of grating. It isnt a good place to drop your cookie, I learned.
This is a wall of giant metal buoys from the ocean.
After mom’s oboe thing downtown we visited The Arch.
It is too big to fit in one picture.
Then we went to the zoo.
There are elephants at the zoo. I love the zoo.
Mom said this is the only ape she has ever seen not do something innapropriate.
The morning before we left, we visited the art museum. (It was full of big echo chambers, which are perfect for shrieking in. You should try it sometime, but not when mom is around, because she gets annoyed.)
This is a modern piece of art, just like me.
Also, we visited the sight of the 1904 world’s fair.
This was mom's favorite site.
Then I got in my pajamas and we flew home.
I got my own seat.
Thank you cousin Sharon for hosting us on our big adventure!
Grandma and cousin Sharon. Both very nice ladies.
Mom made me this costume for Halloween.
Orange tutu pumpkin baby.
But she also made this costume for herself.
Orange tutu pumpkin mommy.
I hope she doesn’t wear a matching costume every Halloween. That would be embarrassing.
Now that dad has his big job down in the big city (go dad!), mom sends him pictures of me all day.
I think she takes pictures of mundane things, but they are so obsessed with me they don’t notice.
For example, here are the pictures and accompanying text mom sent to dad last Thursday…
“Got our sick kiddo a pink bouncy ball at Safeway while our tire is getting fixed. Just because.”
“Looking at used books….”
“Board books at the used book store! Score!”
“Look who we found on the street and followed to Qdoba”
“Been asleep for two hours now. So glad.”
Really. Those were the highlights of the day my mom chose to communicate. Sigh.
Sometimes dad goes for a bike ride with Uncle Andy while mom and I trek through little mountain tourist towns.
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Well, at least that happened last weekend while we visited Rocky Mountain National Park.
We saw t shirt shops, taffy machines, yellow aspen trees, bugling elk, and big horned sheep!
Trail Ridge Road and some sheep. And mountains.
We got in the car to drive up a road, and I was abruptly woken up from my car nap when mom and dad ran me through a cold windy parking lot, rushed into a building called a visitor center, and stamped my new little book they told me was my national parks passport while the park ranger told them the center was closing for the year. It was all very sudden and confusing. Then they tossed me in a snow bank and pointed their iPhones at me.
Is snow usually this deep in September?
I highly recommend seeing your local mountains up close, especially if they include high alpine roads and year-round snowbanks.
It was mom’s birthday a couple of days ago. She begged to go to the zoo, so dad and I took her.
We saw real elephants.
We saw real giraffes.
We saw so many animals, but mom said these are the two she enjoyed watching the most:
It was a good day. Happy Birthday, mom.
I hope you enjoyed my first time at the zoo.
I am in trouble.
Mom found this on her iPhone.
I did it again.
I have GOT to stop doing this… leaving behind evidence, I mean.
It was raining again yesterday, but mom and dad were tired of being cooped up in the house.
So this is what you do when you are in town and it is raining and they close down the canyon road to your house for repairs after a historic flood.
First, go to church.
Then help mom and dad run errands...
.. at a store that gives away free raincoats.
Then spend time reading at a bookstore.
And when you finally make it home, curl up with a good cloth book and your favorite dad and twizzle.
I am just glad we have a warm dry house at the end of another rainy day.