Thursday, August 21, 2008

These Feet Were Made For Fallin', er, Walking. Yeah.





I started this little project around 10 months, and I'm flying high or crashing low, depending upon how you look at it. Me? I'm pretty stoked to be, as the dada calls me, a biped. Whether you should legitimately identify me as a member of this class is another story. Since I like to a) Walk on my toes, b) try to run, and c) look at other people to make sure they're checking me and my progress out rather than looking WHERE I'M GOING, I've got quite a few bonks to show for it. The old battle-ax lets me walk on tile and concrete, too, a decision that's got Uncle Tyler furious with her, but I'm navigating it. Because me? I'm one determined little bugger. Also, I like to say "hot", "stop", "enna" (food) "all gah", (gone) "cup", "Awk" (that would be my cat, Ike), and Namah (Grandma). These are among my favorites these days as they've lots of versatility: "Stop, hot Awk; enna all gah. Ciao, Namah." Word to your cup.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Misadventures of Monkey Me






The mama finally took me to see Theresa and Kanan, who's now 17 months old. Way to go mama -- you managed to visit your friend nearly two years after she gave birth. At least you took me before I turned 1. Good God, lady, get it together. Post my pics of our afternoon already, will you? (And don't tell everyone I barfed my weight in formula and food all over the car just as we arrived, alright? I wouldn't want anyone to think that you and Theresa spent half our visit cleaning puke and doing laundry). How bout we don't take the 76 into Oceanside next time, kay? Curvy roads aren't my gig.


***THE MAMA'S POSTSCRIPT -- It was lovely to see Theresa and meet Kanan, who might have the bluest eyes I've ever seen. I hope she'll forgive me for greeting her with a puke-covered baby. (No photos of that. Sorry.)