Well, hello there

I don't remember this guy being in the crib next to me when I went to sleep last night.

Video from the park

Good news! Dad finally remembered to bring the good camera to the park, so I've got brand new video of the swingset to share:


And then we've got the Dad's eye view:


And we've got the top-down view too:


And, just for a test, here's a new uploading format Dad's trying to teach me. Hopefully it's even clearer:


Dad's note: Yeah, we're doing videos that way from now on. Waaaaay better quality.

Not crazy about Santa either

I didn't take any pictures from my great Easter Sunday this weekend, but I do have this leftover picture from daycare on Friday.

Yeah, don't worry -- My weekend was a lot better than that.

Planting flowers

Actually, Mom said I could help the most if I planted myself in the middle of the front lawn and played with my blocks, while she took care of the flowers. But I got those blocks sorted.

Another day, another dollar

Mondays are always the toughest day of the work week, but sometimes you just gotta fight through it.

Penmanship

I've been meaning to work on my writing skills, since I can't always get on the computer to write what I want. So, Dad and I pulled out the markers this morning.

Here's the final result. It looks pretty good, except for those three straight boring lines Dad drew on there. He's gotta learn to be more creative.

Stacking rings

I'm figuring it out. But why won't the small ones slide all the way down?

Praticing my scales

Everybody said I had hands built for playing the piano...

Back from Ohio!

Mom, Dad and I are all finally back from our great trip to Columbus. I didn't get to see any Ohio State football while I was out there, but I did get to take my first plane ride (lousy TSA made me take off my sneakers) and see a lot of friends I didn't even know I had yet. Here's a quick look: Here I am sporting my Ohio State sweatshirt. People kept yelling "O-H!" at me, but the shirt only has an "O" on it. Weird. Comfiest hotel bed ever. Too bad Mom and Dad had to sleep in that crib back there. And I finally got to meet Aunt Lari! She was awesome, even if she wouldn't let me hold my own bottle. I mean, sheesh. I'm pretty mature, you know. I run my own blog.