Gone Swimming

It was 99 degrees here today so Mom took me swimming in my pool to cool off. I did a few laps and then decided I preferred taking in the rays and chewing on my little pail.

Mom had to go away for a couple of days for work this week, and Dad alone took care of me. He did a good job: he fed me well and played with me a lot; and played John Fahey and James Blackshaw CDs for me while we played air guitar. Dad says when my hands get a little bigger he's going to get me a ukulele and I can be the James Blackshaw of the ukulele.

And now Dad is down-and- out sick. It's strange that Mom or Dad or both have been sick since we started daycare.

Broccoli ... loccoli!

We're still celebrating our Celtics winning the NBA championship here - so I decided to eat something green: broccoli. Not bad.

Next on the menu: cottage cheese, please. Of course.

And to all our readers who have asked about Mom's health: she is doing much better, thanks.

Father and Son

For Father's Day, Mom and I took Dad to the Cricket Cafe for a Truck Driver Burrito and two iced americanos. I gave Dad an Amazon gift certificate, which he used to get The Completely MAD Don Martin, the complete set of MAD art by an artist/writer who Dad said greatly influenced his outlook on life.

We then got all sick, and I missed daycare today. (Dad says I am the hippest kid in daycare because I listen to Fleet Foxes and My Morning Jacket with him when he takes me for rides.) Mom is really sick, and we all feel very bad for her. Anyway, Happy Father's Day, Dad!

Tumbling Blocks

I have been playing with blocks. My favorite game is the one where Mom and Dad pile them up and I knock them down.

This morning we went to the duck pond, and we saw ducks but (alas!) no killer nutria rats.

Cowboy Up! It's My 8-Month Birthday!

Mom got me a real blue horse, and I've had lots of fun riding him. I'm 8 months old today too. I'm eating cottage cheese now, and I can get around the house pretty well. I kind of like this joint we all live in; and Dad even said I can be sheriff now that I know how to ride.

Playing with Cousin C. C.

I met my cousin C. C. this weekend. She visited us with her parents, mom's brother (Uncle Buck) and Aunt Sophia. We played and talked a lot; C. C. has a much bigger vocabulary than I do and uses real English words. She lives in the Bay Area. When I'm 2 like her I'll be able to walk around and talk too. Hi, C.C!

Greeting the New Day

I'm pretty chatty in the morning, and I like to move my legs - stretch out after sleeping all night. Mom's been trying to catch me while I'm not looking, but I always see her.