Doin' the drywall in Las Colinas

Hey All - With President's Day came my emergence as a fully functional little person - and in the period since, Wow, there's just been far too much to catch up on... but I'll try. Give me a break though, as the long-winded day-to-day recap format (of old) will most definitely be a thing of the past - instead, count on some candid reflection of life's little events - that'll do, and is probably the best format for this venue going forward.

Anyway - the aforementioned holiday saw my first transcontinental flight - no sweat ... slept for a total of 11.5 hours on the plane and made not a sound. The 50-some-odd pair of industrial strength earplugs Mom and Dad brought in case of problems werent necessary, as I didn't get in anyone's way. I was a bit apprehensive of my first weekend in California ... I mean, imagine my chagrin after hearing Dad's tales of the dangerous seismic faults lining the west coast of the US ... sure, the area provides some solid President's day weekend fun - activities like hikes to the top of half-dome, Palm Springs road trips, a weekend in Tijuana, catching my first wave, and bike rides on the shore all sound great - but come on, seriously, who would want to be exposed to the chance of shark attacks, and surely my first earthquake at such a young age!

My time there was great - got to meet so many of Mommy's family and friends, along with those who are bound to be my impromptu partners-in-crime on future family vacations. Highlights included brunches, lunches, driving, Uncle Jay's engagement, waiting in traffic, restaurant participation in my carseat, and generally just a whale-ton of smiles and giggles for all the new faces who came to meet me!

The biggest news of the trip was, you guessed it, Uncle Jay's proposal ... Unfortunately, Mom and Dad failed to invite me to the big proposal event, so I wouldnt know. ... I was told it was beautiful (on the beach, candlelight in a private cove, sunset, flowers, the works), but since I wasnt there, ho-hum.

Thanks to everyone for making me feel so welcomed and loved - especially Jake and Shana who graciously let me crash at their pad for the long-weekend. (Don't tell them about the spitup on the rug!)

About that spitup ... gotta do my shirt-laundry. Talk to ya soon.

Shana Showing Me Around

Clover, Jett, Gracie and Hudson... Watching The Big Dogs

Clover Filling In For Mommy Temporarily

Lindsay, That's More A Look Of Terror Than Joy

Jay Debating Internally About How Long Until I Get A Cousin?!?! (I'm just sayin ...)

For The First Time On The Links, It's Hard To Top Torrey Pines in Pre-US Open Condition (Prediction: Tiger by 6)
This Picture Belongs On The Cover of San Diego's Tourism Brochure (Seriously though, CONGRATS Uncle Jay & Aunt Michelle!)

Mmm... I LOVE Bagels!

Daddy, Can We Move Here? I Like These Houses Better!!

Small Consolation Prize For Missing The Engagement: A First Class Seat Home to JFK

Picture Binge

KFC - Eat Your Heart Out

Not long ago I mentioned the passing of a wondrous life event - the discovery of my own fingers. These appendages are truly remarkable, and now that I've got the art of "grasping" down, the world is my oyster. So great are my fingers, that they are now my favorite mouth accessory.

Everything I've got goes into my mouth... a blanket, a wet bathtime washcloth, the remote control, flower petals, corks, small plastic choking hazards, you name it. My tongue has gotta taste 'em!

Mom is about ready to introduce solid foods (rice cereal doesnt sound too appealing to me, but I'll try anything), and I cant wait to get the show on the road. One week rice cereal, the next - one of those meat-frenzied Brazilian Churrascaria joints I've heard so much about. Though, I'd need that lambshank pureed please.

Bring on the grub (Finger Lickin' Good)!

I really prefer the ambience and bustling enthusiasm provided when enjoying a meal at a casual dining establishment.

"It's a simple question really, would you eat the Moon if it were made of BBQ spare ribs? I know I would!"

I intend to wear them all the way down to the nub.

(Note - took Dad a good 10 minutes of thinking to finally understand the meaning of my t-shirt "If it's so good, YOU EAT IT" ... old people)

Actually Honey, "binky" is the preferred nomenclature

This home is overrun with binkies (and all other forms of child paraphernalia). The parents are pulling binkies out of the sofa, out from under pillows, behind the changing table, basically anywhere I can throw (err, hide) them! On top of keeping track of the dozen or so binks floating around this joint, Mom and Dad are also busy losing my micro-sized nail clippers, are burdened by countless blankets/burp towels and having to deal with my increasingly erratic sleeping patterns.

Sounds like chaos, no?

Thankfully - I've got my constant to hang on too ... that being, my epically expansive (and wickedly fashionable) wardrobe.

I am outfitted with enough winter garb to last me through the season... and according to Dad's meterological hat, it looks like we've got one or two more winter blasts to deal with, and then the spring collection will make an appearance.