Halloween

For Halloween dad dressed me up


The ghost of Colorado football past.


He told me this reads Notre Dame.

Boo.

Then mom chose my costume and the senora at the burrito place asked if I was a little boy or little girl . . .

It's Halloween lady!

Don't hate me cause I'm pretty.


Here I am drowning my sorrows in the burrito.


Dad made the same face after he ate his.


Do you prefer the rakish tilt,


or a jaunty angle?


It snowed but I'm not in the pic so who cares?

Video Bouncing Bonanza

Bouncin' fool



Jumpin' for joy


Chair bouncin'


And more amazingness . . .

Robert's Flying Circus

I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay,


I sleep all night,


and I'm up all day.


Why are you crying mom?


Don't worry, one day I'll probably start napping . . .


or maybe it's just payback for the outfits.


Like the Mets uniform?


Seriously? Batty boys!


What's next, Chelsea?


One from the vault.

Family tradition

Hey! Where ya been? Lots of stuff has happened . . .


I'm a little older . . .


a little suaver . . .


Let's just say I appreciate the finer things in life.


Here I am feeding myself like a commoner.


I think I prefer my milkmaid.


Like my pumpkin shirt?

I bet you wouldn't if it was on some fat dude at Walmart!

Since I can almost push the real big button to make this thing play music. . .


I think I'll teach myself some geetar!

Rockin' Robert

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A Fashionable Life

Mama would never wear this color combination, but then again, she couldn't pull it off like I can.
Let me show you another one of my fashion risks.


Here's what I wore to go grocery shopping.


Chillin' with my peeps in the jumper.


We're just having a chat.



I'm telling them about my new sweater. . .


Gotta love friends who knit!

Here I am getting ready for my first snow.



I dig the reflective stripes--just call me Baby Stardust.

Whoa, wait a minute--this stuff is COLD!



Keep me warm, hairy toy. I'll just hold onto you so that I don't fall.



Oops. Oh, well, at least my new duds are waterproof. Thanks, Grammy!


No worries--it's all good!


Happy weekend!

Where ya been?

Robert Twinkletoes,


must . . .
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dance!


Grammy Lecky liked the show.


It was almost as good as


Rosemary's baby.

Sorry, dad can't figure out the eye thing.

Frost-Nixon,


Popeye,


or Madoff.