Sailing...

Ahoy Matey!

This is a picture of our boat...the Windy! 

Apparently, Ben missed the "Happy" memo.

Thats more like it...

Grandpa Bob & Grandma Jodi came too!

...and I'm spent...(again).

Some NE pix...

 

...and I'm spent.

How Dare you...

Dear Grandpa Bob,
What did I ever do to you?!
Love,
"the kid who has no aversion to lemons"

Dancing in my undies...

Move aside Tom Cruise, I'm dancing in my new designer undies...

Adventures in Eating...

If you value cleanliness, you will not appreciate this next video.  You have been warned. (Obviously Benj's Dad was no where to be found.)

Cornhusker...(take 2)

...with all the adventures of my trip to Stromsburg ('the perfect town' - as Mom says)...I have to stop and reflect on one particular experience.  This event will forever be ingrained in my development.  I will forever be indebted to my dad for opening this new world to me.  In fact, I believe I became a man on my trip to Gpa and Gma's...

...and the rest is history.

Cornhusker...(take 1)

My first trip to Nebraska was marked by many firsts (since I am only 6 months old, that doesnt take much).

... a weekend at Covenant Cedars Bible Camp - this was an important place for Mom and Dad...something about loving God, each other...I didn't catch all of it...Dad talks too much.
... a visit to Grandma and Grandpa's new house...I have already picked out own room...and Grandpa is going to turn the main room in the basement into my play room.
... lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged.
...  showed off my floor routines.

BIG

big

–adjective

1. large, as in size, height, width, or amount

2. of major concern, importance, gravity, or the like

3. outstanding for a specified quality

4. important, as in influence, standing, or wealth

5. grown-up; mature

6. a 6-month old boy who ranks in the 97 percentile for Height (28.5 inches), 91 percentile for Weight (20.78lbs)

 

...wasn't it just yesterday that we were bringing him home?  

Watch out...

Dear Melvin,

The time is quickly coming for you to lose your rightful place and space in this home.  While you have continually presented yourself as the 'man of the house' it is my estimation that soon no space will be sacred.  In fact, it wont be long until you are chased out of every nook and cranny that you deem worthy of resting in.  I would recommend that you quickly learn the art of jumping up high to flee the mobile ground unit that is finalizing its training.  Although please remember that the 'Alpha dog' will yell at you and tell you to get off the furniture if you desire to find solace there...

In short, your world is about to come crumbling down around you.

Sorry,

Your master

Happy Feet...