Bongo bob and groupie

Westside sytlin'

First day at the beach and already picking up a blonde.

Who cares if it's dyed, it's LA.

Where's Annette Funicello?


Paczki ain't so bad

Although the filling can use a little Hollywood touch up.

I'm an LA swinger!

That didn't come out right . . .

Who you calling hippie?

Note to self, learn to use scissors first, potty later.

Hello Hollywood, here I am with George Clooney.

But his wallet seems a little light . . .

This is as excited as a Notre Dame fan can look these days.


Just learned my first Westside gang sign.

Hello again hello

Greetings impartial observers,


Things are looking up.


Got my new toy yesterday.


The Mike Tyson starter kit.


I pity the fool!


Thanks for cutting this cheese mom.



Check it out.


I'm in Uncle Bill's big house of balls!


He needs to work on the name a bit.


This hat was sent to me from Vietnam.


I'm so exited. . .


They say that waking up ... is ... hard to do ...


so get lost.


Sweet escape



I can never


eat in


peace.


Out!

Un Nouveau Collage de Cuteness

Hey all, where you been?


Cool, me too.


Now I will perform a magic trick--watch me swallow this wooden toy!



Hmmm. . . it worked so well with the remote control. Oh, well.


On to my next adorable project--seeing what I can grab that I'm not supposed to, using my newfound pre-crawling skills.



I think I'm turning Vietnamese I really think so.


Here's my latest gift from dad.


Is it a gift if he just took it out of the dishwasher?


Looks like it'll be a long disappointing life of birthdays.


I'm passively resisting, like a white Ghandi.


Just wait till I can get up (looks like it should be soon.) Be afraid, people.


I know, I look so sweet and innocent. . .


. . . or am I?


I know my diaper ain't so sweet right now.


Not sweet-smelling, anyway!


Don't worry, though, I don't have to deal with it! Life is good when you're a baby, man.


My look-du-jour: "Mr. Wise Guy"


And I'll leave you with the look that always gets the ladies: "Master McCutie." This one's for you, Baba and Grammy.

Where you been?

What'd I tell you about shooting me from below? Look at this double-chin.


Great, all washed out is much better . . .


Damn papparazi, give me that camera.




These splits are positively Brian Boitano-esque!


We are happy, blue-eyed androids.


Red, white and blue eyes. U. S. A.!


Sup!


I vant to open your canned goods.


I keed . . .