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Peek-a-boo 2010

At the risk of being immodest, I must ascribe to myself the particular compliment of inventor of a new and most excellent pastime. I have created a new game that I call “Peek-a-boo 2010”. As a creature of the previous decade (I was born in 2009) I felt that the dawning of a new decade demanded an entirely new focus on the future. The tried and true methods of “Peek-a-boo” as practiced by all and sundry have grown most dated and stale. In short the game is in need of a freshening.

Voila:

Where did I go?

Where did I go?

Deft application of fine and gross motor skills and:

Here I am!

Here I am!

Repeat the process as many times as needed. I find that at least 10 repetitions are necessary for the desired effect. Giggling is optional, but highly reccomended.

Live to shop, shop to live.

On a whim I decided to drop by a local retail establishment. Upon arrival I discovered that arrangements had been made for my mobility. The accommodations were most acceptable.

Riding in style

Riding in style

The store is called “Target” (pronounced “Tar-zhay” by those in the know) and I had a deliriously happy excursion there. Although the baby clothing section kept Mother and Father occupied, the highlight for me was the wall of flat screen television sets. I insisted that Father drive me back and forth in front of them. Exquisite!

Swingers!

I really do feel that I am finally getting into the swing of things.

Swing of things

Swing of things

Mother took me for a leisurely circumabulation about the park by the Cowlitz River. A stroll on the beach was followed, as night follows day, by a visit to the local swing set. Dare I say it was exquisite?

I do believe I like this

I do believe I like this

This must be revisited in the future. Make a note: swings are fabulous!

Must Love Dogs

I have a confession to make: I am in love!

She that makes my heart go “pit a pat” is none other than the fluffy ragamuffin of my dreams: Maisy.

I sometimes gaze longingly at her, wishing I could run my fingers through her plentiful locks of shiny fur. So fluffy, so bouncy, so luxuriant!

Gaze into my eyes, my beloved

Gaze into my eyes, my beloved

Sometimes I think that she feels the same as I. Dare I hope it? When I sit alone she will often come to comfort me, waving a paw of invitation, inviting me to play. It is these times that my heart leaps with joy, as I know that she and I share that which is true: love.

To touch the dream

To touch the dream

But now it is time to put away childish things, and to rest for a while. Perchance to dream . . . of that bouncing ball of fluff that is my true love, my Maisy.

When Chickens Attack

It was on a dark and windy night, as I sat alone in the cold wilderness, I heard a sound that sent chills up my spine. I knew that sound, it was the sound of my nightmares. It was the sound of a chicken on the prowl. I frantically looked in every direction for some avenue for escape, but to no avail. Once a chicken has scented human it never ceases the chase until . . .

Surrounded! Chickens on every side! This surely is the end . . .

The Humanity!

The Humanity!

Actually it was a sunny day, and I was watching father doing some chores, when the chickens made a break out from the orchard to dig in the freshly stirred dirt. And instead of chasing me down and devouring me, they merely gathered about me and gave me a great show of scratching and pecking.

I just thought I would add a taste of drama to my blog, but I can see now that this was wrong. I have insulted my chicken friends. And believe me, you do not want to make them angry. . .

Feats of Strength

I have the power of many men, no obstacle shall stop me, I am strong like ox.

Must Destroy!

Must Destroy!

You think that I will lie on top of this play mat and calmly bat at the hanging animals and coo in meek subservience to your evil scheme? Fie upon your play mat! I will lift it above my head, and slam it against the ground, again and again I will do this laughing maniacally at the carnage and destruction.

I pity you, mere earthlings, for I am Shiva: Destroyer of Worlds!

Top ‘O the Mornin’ to ya!

Met a Leprochaun on my way through the woods and he gave me a magic bean that grew the biggest potato in the world. I will never want for potato. And I will never get pinched on St. Patrick’s Day, thanks to Grandma Pat and Grand Auntie Mary.

How Green was my Baby

How Green was my Baby

Standing, sitting, moving from standing to sitting, and now CRAWLING! These are the elements of my new repetoire. Once I perfect my modern dance routine I will post a short performance to this blog.

Whos the Leprochaun now?

Who's the Leprochaun now?

I did consider moving to Ireland, but then I thought better of it. They can just move Ireland here.

Fingers and Toes

I have made the most astonishing discovery: hands and feet have fingers and toes attached! As anyone who has ever made my acquaintance surely must know, I am an avid practitioner of the solid foot stomp and the slam fist. These are good wholesome activities that energize the hale and hearty soul. But as of late I have re-examined my hands and feet and found that they are comprised of smaller, more delicate appendages that can be used for more intricate forays into the realms of mischief.

Fingers, say hello to Toes

Fingers, say hello to Toes

Using these wonderful new weapons I find that grabbing, crumpling, tearing, and throwing have all become much more effective. When kicking with a foot it is also possible to grab on to the target and pull it closer for additional damage. And when the mayhem ceases, fingers and toes can spend some time together reminiscing about the swath of destruction left in their wake.

Crew Boss

It has of late become my duty to supervise the yard work of our grounds crew. It is difficult work, but I must be diligent and observe my workers constantly as they go about the task of trimming the bushes and piling debris. I sit in my chair and signal my approval or disapproval of all that is done as my minions scramble about attending to my wishes. I scarcely have any time for myself as the crew requires so much supervision!

Boss Finn

Boss Finn

My workers, most notably Mother and Father, cannot be left to their own devices, or surely they would dawdle and lallygag.  It takes a firm hand, but it is not on my watch that such shiftless rabble shall have free reign! I tell them it is for their own edification and improvement and that I am teaching them the value of a hard days work, but really I simply enjoy sitting in the fresh air and tending to my chewing.

It is lucky for me that I am a natural leader, else I would perhaps be put to labor as the others have done. But alas, each of us has our role to play in this cosmic dance that is called “yardwork”.  Uneasily lies the head that wears a crown.

Giant Baby Update

Stats for 6 month doctor visit:

Height: 27.5″ (2′ 3.5″) 84%

Weight: 21 lbs 4 oz 95%

Head: 17.52″ 70%

I am no longer above the 99%, except in the realm of cuteness.

Baby in a blanket

Baby in a blanket