Good times, bad times

I can't believe I ate the whole thing . . .


Well, at least I tried.


Do I have to show you how to adjust the flash?


One sec, I'm checking out this month's Hanna Anderson catalogue centerfold!


Maybe, one day I'll be a designer there.


Why is dad crying?


What'd I tell you about that flash?


TURN IT OFF!!!


Don't talk to me, I'm finding a happy place . . .


Getting close.


Ah, much better.


Back up Mr. DeMille.


Moms is just camera-happy now--she needs a hobby!


Of course, I AM very photogenic: the creamy baby skin, the shiny eyes--and the hair that only seems to be growing out of the top of my head, baby-punk stylie.


I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay.


I'm either happy, or gathering my strength to leap savagely out of my bouncy and smash that camera.

Jump Jump Laugh

Look at me

Mirror mirror on the playmat wall, who's diaper is fullest of them all?


I'll give you a hint, it's not Snow White's.

Give up?

It's me! My diaper is fullest!


Now that that's out of the way, I'm starving. Here's my Jerry Tarkanian impression.

Anyone? Anyone?

I'm the only one laughing at that poor attempt at humor.


Hey, nice rock.


Here's my new superhero costume.

Moss Man!

Able to leap a single bouncy chair.


Slower than CU's football team.


This is no laughing matter.


Well, I've been wrong before.


Coach Tark doing his RW impression.

Game face

Here I am after a long day of hitting the bottle.


Solid food, take 2.


Who left the sweet out of sweet potato?


I'd prefer a chili dog, thanks.


Here we are getting ready for CU's first football game.


Here's dad singing the fight song. Gonna be a long night.

Such a funny face, look at me laughing hysterically.

Alright, someone get me out of here . . .

Seriously, let's head up to the game already.

Here I am checking out CU's mascot buffalo, Ralphie.


Isn't he kind of close?


And the inflatable version.


We lost, someone give me a Notre Dame jersey please, at least they're winners.

Sundry miscellany

Here I am checking out my sweet new kicks. Mom bought them 'used' what does that mean?

I see, that would explain the smell of Cheetos when I wear them.

Here I am teaching dad how to read.


Here I am sitting on the couch. Apparently, Dr. Phil makes bank doing this.


Mollie looks just as lifelike stuffed as she did when she was alive.


Just kidding. See how she's helping to keep me on the sofa.

Who's a buddy.

The laughing gnome.


My first meal. Mmmm . . . green hippie goo.

Not grabbing for the spoon, thanks though.

Incredibly, it tastes worse than it looks.


I'll never eat again.


Actually, this Chinese chew toy tastes better. Oddly, I get full very soon after eating it.


Now you're talking!


No more pics, I'm learning to eat.