Saturday, January 31, 2009

Grungy film look


Dad got a nice new camera, and the first thing he did was figure out how to use it to make pictures that look like they were shot with an oatmeal container.




That's just how he is. Don't get me started.




I occasionally look straight into the camera now.




But usually I don't.




Dad's oat-cam does render Bok Bok pleasingly smooth in backgrounds.




More importantly, Dad couldn't find any potato chips or spoonfuls of margarine, so he gave me cucumbers to eat this afternoon.




I need to tell my people about this.




But first, I need to stare at the TV a bit. Wow Wow Wubbzy is on. I love it ...




... but Mom and Dad just don't understand it at all.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Library and potato chips


Mom and dad took me to the Boulder County homeless shelter library recently.




They have computers there that I can reformat without upsetting dad.




Dad got bored, so Mom and I put on a puppet show for him.




This show was called "Diego Battles Mega-Frog." Dad was totally into it.




I had to turn off my phone in the library, so I checked my voicemail when we got home.




My factory warranty can't be up; I don't even own a car. Let me speak to your supervisor.




To get me above the third percentile in weight, Mom and Dad have replaced some of my healthy snacks with potato chips.




I like the ones with cracked pepper and sea salt.




Yes, I am saving these face-crumbs for later.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Zoo with the Grandparents


Last weekend, Grandma Marianne and Grandpa Ira visited from NYC.




What, you might wonder, does a toddler do to entertain two grandparents when they visit our fine square state?




Why, you take them to the Denver Zoo, of course!




CAROUSEL BLUR!




Grandpa Ira told me lots of cool facts about the beasties that we saw.




I'm pretty sure he had as much fun as I did.




(And I had a lot of fun.)




Besides the carousel, this is my favorite spot in the zoo. I could stand here for hours, just looking at the mandrills and DeBrazza's monkeys.




Dad puts me in the covered wagon sometimes.




My expression might make you think he left me here for hours, but really I like the wagon a lot.




See?




I'm staring at an okapi here.




They don't make much noise.




Okapis are what you might get if you magically mixed a giraffe, a horse, and a zebra. I think they should be called girorbras, but biologists don't listen to toddlers as much as they should.




I hope Grandma and Grandpa come back soon. I like walking them around the zoo.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Snow and Cartoon Weights


Dad asked me if I wanted to go outside ("side?") and play on the swings. I always want to go "side."




When we got to the park, though, there was something better than swings.




There was snow, even though it was really warm out.




This is intriguing.




The warm-day snow wasn't the only intriguing thing at the park that day.




Some odd Boulderites were exercising with these cartoon-style weights.




I thought it was only fair to show them how it's done.




A good, solid grimace is required.




Lift with your legs, not your back.




Like this.




Phew! That was a workout.




I think I'm developing weightlifting callouses.




I'll cool off my hands in this snow.




Hmm.... I wonder....




Just a little taste....




Om nom nom nom!




Gulp!




See, this is why it's great to go to the park with Dad. I don't think Mom would be too big on snow-eating.




Come to think of it ...




... I'm not sure how I feel about it either.




Snow is cold!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

1-20-09

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Ba ha ha ha!


I look really serious here, organizing my spices for the long weekend of cooking and napping.




Here's the thing, though.




Mom really knows how to make me laugh when Dad's holding the camera. (By the way, here and here are the cameras he uses, for those of you who have been asking. Serious photographers use two.) Mom makes these funny faces and noises and--




Ba ha ha ha!




Cut it out!




You shouldn't make me laugh while I'm organizing oregano.




Pfffffssssstttt!




Dad says I look like Danielle or Grandma Marianne, when they laugh, in that photo above. I would have more to say abou--




Ba ha ha ha! Quit it!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Geetar


Grandma Annette and Grandpa Les got me this shiny new guitar.




I like to hold it facing me while I play it.




See?




One sec. This A string is a little flat.




And this B is sharp.




I have no idea what that means, but you totally bought it for a minute there.

This is a blog post about nothing


Oh, hello.





Not much happened this weekend, so there's not a lot to talk about.




I hope that's OK.




(Note my finger-to-the-mouth gesture, which indicates concern.)




Ayup.




Dad did decide to fix the toilet himself this weekend.




I know. We were all concerned.




I even went like this for a little while. But he fixed it right!




Granted, I don't care what happens with the toilet one way or the other, but I gather it's really good that it works.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

My hairs--they have been cut!


This is Cheryl. She cuts Mom's and Dad's hairs.





Mom and Dad said I need to get my hairs cut too, since they always get in my eyes.




Hmm.... I'm not so sure about this.




Are you sure this is a good idea?




Can you do, like, a Gwynneth Paltrow meets Tina Fey kind of thing, but a little more vampy and without looking like it tries too hard?




Well, OK. Cheryl, I'm in your hands.




Hey, this isn't bad at all!




That was really cool. If your hairs ever get in your eyes, definitely give Cheryl Fisk at Zumo Hair a call (303.440.0868).

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

It is that time of year again!


We got tons and tons of snow this weekend--at least two inches!--so Mom and Dad got out the old bear sled.




Yep, this is the one.




Whee!!!




I am wearing sixteen layers to keep warm.




Whee!!!




Ba ha ha ha!




I hope we get tons of snow every day!





Mom does too.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Pudding and Pumas


Mom and Dad keep trying to make me eat pudding, even though all I want is fresh fruits and vegetables.




I think Mom is concerned that there's something wrong with her pudding.




It's hard out there for a toddler.




This is my new doll. Apparently she has taken over light-modeling duties from the octopus.




Aunt Ellen got me some new stuff recently.




This is my new froggie hat. I like to wear it when watching bubbles.




She also got me this t-shirt--which is a little hard to see because of my jacket.




Here--is that better?




I crawl through this tube at the park all by myself now. I just wanted to mention that.




Aunt Ellen also got me this kitty vest.




All the fashionable large cats and predatory animals are wearing it this year.




I prefer vest-style outerwear for flexibility when doing my gymnastics routines. Obviously, Aunt Ellen knew that.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Super-Huge NYC Photo Dump!


We went to New York City to celebrate the birth of Santa Claus and his magic everlasting oil!




Such is my understanding of these events, at any rate. (By the way, uncle Eric took this photo. Not bad, eh? Click all these photos to see bigger versions.)




Grandpa Ira was very happy to see me.




So was Grandma Annette.




She let me teach her how to play the piano, which is surprisingly easy.




While I was there, I cooked farfalle for my new doll.




Mi piacciono le farfalle! (Ma non mi piacciono le farfalle vive!)




Grandma Annette and Grandpa Les took me for a walk on the streets of Manhattan. Mom hosed me off with bleach later.




This is my cousin Alec. He really likes my cash register.




He's pretty good about looking straight into the camera.




So is his big sister, Mia, who's really old. She's about 45 or something.




Dad said she could take me home, but she checked with her own parents and they said it wasn't a good idea.




She draws really well.




This is my friend Cameron with his dad.




And this is my new friend Connor with grandpa Les.




Here's my friend Ethan with his dad, Edgar.




Here's Edgar trying to choke down one of Zia Mary's vegan cookies.




And here's Ethan chomping on some honeydew. Like father, like son!




I learned to play with light switches while staying with grandpa Ira and grandma Marianne!




They also let me paint and use markers at the same time.




Ooooooh.




This stuff is "washable."




We also went to mom's friend Jenn's house to celebrate Santa's potato latkes. I'm showing off my one-sock technique for scooter riding.




My friend Emma was there.




She's Ethan's big sister.




I like this scooter!




They tried to put nice things in my hair, but I put up a fight.




The hair things are pretty cute, though.




Emma and I played together while the grownups sat around drinking homemade vermouth, or whatever it is that grownups do.




Here they are!




I got this nifty stethoscope from Emma and Ethan when I was in New York.




Hooray for medical devices!




I also got this cool tent. Here I am camping with Kermit the Frog and my new bear, Osa.




Then we went to uncle Eric's house so that dad could take photos of his kitty, Jake.




This is Jake!




They said that Jake would try to eat me, but we got along great.




After some Jake photos, Eric and Emily showed mom and dad where the Long Island Children's Museum is. (Hint: The location is in the name.)




This must be a historical exhibit. They had this "corded tele-phone" there.




I found its implementation counterintuitive.




They also have this room full of flashing lights with sound.




This was an exhibit called "rescue dog." I misunderstood the title.




There's an entire room with nothing but blocks!




I love blocks!




The next day, I went to the Museum of Natural History. I was kind of in a mood, so we didn't see everything, but I did really like their tree with origami dinos.




Aunt Ellen showed me her collection of vintage blocks. It goes without saying that I liked them.




Then she put me in a basket for reasons I don't entirely understand.




This light fixture was designed to commemorate Santa's everlasting oil.




Go, Santa, go!




On my last day, grandma Marianne took me to a very, very cool place.




A locksmith shop!




Aunt Judy runs the show there. She let me use all the heavy machinery.




She taught me that if a machine doesn't work quite right, you hit it with a hammer.




Joseph and I looked out the door at the snow.




And then he gave me my very own set of keys! That's the best way to cap off a trip to New York.