A Peaceful Temple

What is that with the hands? Not even a proper W this time...

We visited a peaceful temple with a jazz concert in session. It was very nice. A little too nice. Oh well, it was nothing that my super Bubby Blast couldn't fix! I was so noisy that Daddy claimed he could hear from the other side of the temple grounds. I did like the birds though, they were noisy like me. In fact, in the above picture I am craning my neck to get a glimpse of a swan that was waddling by.

Hula Grill

Whereas Brother seems to enjoy eating outdoors, I prefer the stable environs of my own home. Here, Brandon is attempting to console me as I covet the neighbors' bannana pancakes. They never just let me steal what I want.
This time, someone walked by with strawberry French toast. Those looked really yummy. Luckily for me, I was able to steal some strawberries from Brandon's when he wasn't looking. Just like Brother drank a pitcher of creamer while no one was looking. His choice ended... smelly. Mine, however ended with a happy tummy.

I Win

"All your laps are belong to us"

The above quote is of minor cultural significance and a tired Daddy couldn't help but include it in this post. I don't know what it is supposed to mean, but he assured me it would be funny to a select few readers. All I want to say is, look where I am sitting. Now look where Brother is sitting. I win. :P

Following in my Brothers Stick Hits

I am not sure if these are instruments of music or instruments of war. I've seen Brandon smacking rubber pads masterfully in time with some great music so apparently in the right hands they are for entertainment.


I have also seen Brother smacking everything within stick reach in such chaotic rhythms that I crawl for my life. Although I like watching Brandon play, I think I like using them more like Brother does. These are Sticks of War.

My First Train Ride

"WEEEEE!!!!"

I'm beginning to understand what Brother sees in trains. They are a lot of fun. I really wanted to crawl around under the seats while we were cruising through the fields of pineapples but Daddy wouldn't let me. I did grab the lady in front of us though. That was fun.

Oh man, Hawaiian music and a clacking train ride sure do make for a good time.

Measure Me Up Mommy!

So Mommy's Mommy wanted to see how big I am, so Mommy kept trying to get a shot of me against something familiar. I gladly cooperated but brother was being a bit of a stinker. One stipulation was Mommy's Mommy wanted to see us in our diapers so she could get a feel for how big we are. So here we are in all our splendor. As close to the way we were the day we were born as is allowed.


This is one of brother and me before he got angry about something. He's been a bit off since he lost Nemo.

A "Fun" Day

So tonight after Mommy and Daddy talked to Aleric about not being careful around me, they figured that he probably need to burn off some energy. He really loves to bounce so we went down to the mall and he got to bounce as long as he wanted at this new place that just opened. I got to ride on Daddy's shoulders and we played on the soft red grass. I practiced my standing while Brother was off flying up and down this gigantic slide!

This isn't the greatest shot of Daddy but I look darn cute wouldn't you say?