December 16, 2009

Young Old, The Movie v.33

Our adorable little handyman:

A few minutes later, we found him outside pouring a concrete patio. Thanks, son.

December 8, 2009

Young Old, The Movie v.31

Young Old and Mama K celebrating El Grito at Pioneer Courthouse Square:

Viva Mexico!

November 29, 2009

Young Old, Lunar Cycle No. 14

The product of our twinkling eyes at fourteen months:
Hanging out with his GrandPops at the best bagelry West of NYC, Kettlemen Bagels.

November 25, 2009

Young Old, Lunar Cycle No. 13

Our little Gerber Gremlin at thirteen months:

In light of his recent Sesame Street obsession, I'm thinking it might be time to retire this shirt.
Or not...

November 24, 2009

From Old to Young: Changes

An important announcement, gang:

Starting today, From Old to Young will switch to an infrequently-updated blog. This may come as a sad surprise to all of our loyal readers, but I can't say my lack of frequent posting lately hasn't well prepared you for the "changes" to come. What the blog will look like from here on out is mostly what you've become accustomed to these last few months. I had at one time hoped to keep this thing rolling until Young Old left the coop for his preschool adventures, but at the same time always semi-unconsciously felt that I'd be hard-pressed to continue much past his first birthday, certainly putting in my resignation papers by the time he began toddling around, trailing chaos along behind him.

Not to worry (too much), I'll still be dropping by at least a few times each month to post my favorite photos of the little rugger rodent, along with the occasional video or two. Other than that, I plan to focus on a few non-baby projects that have been brewing about in my cranial cauldron, as well as, continue tossing my sanity into the wind as a stay-at-home-dad.

It's been a wonderful ride, friends. Thanks for reading.

November 18, 2009

Young Old and Mama K in the News...Again

View Mama K and Young Old's 4 seconds of fame here. Scroll ahead to just past the 11-minute marker.

Young Old was caught picking his nose. Like father, like son.

November 16, 2009

Young Old, The Movie v.30

As a follow-up to yesterday's post, here is Young Old doing more of the same, yet with an assurance and confidence that continues to amaze us.

[Astute readers might notice the change in the numbering scheme for videos of Young Old. Writing "Young Old, The Movie XXX" seemed a bit awkward, and I wouldn't want to be attracting the wrong fan base via our friends over at Google. So, yeah, we'll be keeping it G-rated for all of you folks checking the blog at work. -Ed.]

November 15, 2009

Young Old, The Movie XXIX

Having been ran ragged with the reality of Young Old's walking ability, I have only now realized that many of you have yet to see him taking those first few steps. Here's a clip I dredged up from the annals of his toddler history. It makes me realize how far he's developed in the last month or two...he hasn't changed much physically, but his skill set has expanded exponentially. Going back and watching this video is like viewing his twin brother who was repeatedly dropped on his head. Yeah, the one we keep in the basement, and who won't be getting his own blog anytime soon.


November 4, 2009

Young Old, Year One

The moment you've all been waiting for...for almost three months, that is.

Despite being burdened with parents like us and defying all expectations, Young Old has slogged on through and completed his first year of life.

The big ONE. Major accomplishment, bud. Henceforth, we declare this year as 1 A.B. (After Birth...wait, that's just wrong).

Party time...



Man, Young Old turns one, and he's already scooping in more honeys than his old man ever did. Just stay strapped with the diaper, yo.

Young Old's been pestering us for a pony for the past six months, so hats off to you, Great Aunt Betty Lou, and Cousin Doug, too.

Since Young Old had no clue as to what the fuss was all about, we took it upon ourselves to provide the excited faces. Auntie Nico getting the party started.

Auntie Ali keeps it rolling...Young Old begins to feel the vibe.

Papa Old's excitement seals the deal. Young Old officially lets his hair down...or up.

"Not sure why I'm being showered with gifts, but today is freaking awesome." By the way, that monkey toy is totally flipping the bird. Bad monkey.

Neighbor Lois and Young Old puzzling over where to best extract the milk. Buddy, I'm pretty sure you won't have any luck with that trach tube.

Uncle Green and Aunt Vicious spreading the birthday cheer.

This dog-car was a pretty cool gift, but also confusion inducing. Whenever he plays with it, he makes repeated barking sounds. How do you explain to your one-year-old that the vehicle isn't a canine? I'm just hoping his madness doesn't spread to making vroooom sounds whenever a dog waltzes by.

The always glowing Mama K, carrot cake-maker extraordinaire. Bravo, dear.

The moment of truth. Young Old - 1, Fire - 0.

Having his cake and eating it, too. This was Young Old's first time experimenting with the pure form of the drug we all know and can't resist, that hated bastard named Sugar.

...which is apparently a gateway drug, as he quickly moved on to booze. Thanks for being an excellent role model, Uncle Bobbito.

With the party dying down (and at close to midnight, Young Old's sugar high only now beginning to subside), Young Old took the opportunity to thank everyone for showing up by performing a simply inspired version of "With a Little Help from My Friends"...
Thanks to all who came. Hope you had a good time, folks.

October 29, 2009

Young Old, The Movie XXVIII

[Well, scratch that hope for things calming down around here. Had another gang of visitors storm the palace gates, journeyed up to Seattle for a four-day marathon of Auntie Ren wedding prep, ceremony enjoyment, and heavy drinking, then capped it all off with surgically removing Frisco the Cat's right eye ball. Awesome. -Ed.]

First time on the swing, and he doesn't even need our help. The nest feels empty already.

October 21, 2009

October 19, 2009

I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 30

Chronicling the waning days of Young Old's first summer...


Young Kenshi polishing his skills with improvised household weapons. Burglars beware.

"Man, when's Mama coming home..." Looks like a page from Where's Waldo.

Young Old & Co. (Papa Old, Uncle Green, Aunt Vicious) cruising the streets of the Stump during the Sunday Parkways event.

Tummy time?

Soaking up rays with GrandPops. Very James Dean look, son.

Mama K and the Young One scoping out the contestants of the Soapbox Derby coasting down the slopes of our very own extinct volcano.

Generational chilling.

Young Old's version of speed reading.

Peach picking with Auntie Ali and Mama K at Sauvie Island Farm.

On behalf of Mama K, many apologies for making you rock the chinstrap. In retrospect... not so cool.

October 14, 2009

Alaskan Adventures Vol.5

[Sorry about the infrequent posting for most of the month. Frisco the Cat has developed herpes in her eye (please, skip the grossly inappropriate bestiality jokes...I've already made them all), requiring a near constant presence at the vet's office and round-the-clock medicinal administrations, both of which are not only extremely annoying, but happen to take up a huge chunk of our time. We're hoping to kick her current issue to the curb soon, so things should be looking up around here. -Ed.]

Wrapping up our Alaskan journey...


Young Old and Young Sage formed the Boardwalk Hooligans, a biker gang that terrorized the civilian population for the greater part of two weeks. This is noteworthy, as Young Old can't actually ride a bike, but nevertheless sent the locals fleeing in terror through his sheer potential for mischief.

Speedin' like a demon on 101 South/...[Sorry, obscure Dre Dog reference. -Ed.]

Cap'n Young sailing the seas aboard the HMS Bathwater. Watch out for that man-eating enema tube, matey. It's the bane of pirates the world around. [That hose acts as the "shower head" for those seeking something above and beyond the typical Alaskan bath experience. -Ed.]

A truly fascinating article on the bloody ethnic violence occurring in Bosnia (the issue was at least a decade old) had us both captivated. Young Old kept pointing at the pictures and mumbling "Meatloaf! Meatloaf!" Before CPS comes a-knockin', I'll fess was a nice peaceful article on the desert dogs of Namibia (or something).

The Boys out back, building a fire to ward off the blackbird-sized mosquitoes. Young Old didn't get a single bite, while Mama K and I slumped home to Portland looking like a pair of hormonal teenagers.

Don't freak out...that blanket appears to be a lot closer to the fire than it actually is.

Grandpa Alaska teaching his Young Grandson how to tool around in the skiff. Me not being much of the boating sort, the little guy is already infinitely more proficient than I am, and took over the controls whenever we needed to get around during our stay.

Thanks, Grandpa A, we had a wonderful time:) See you in a week.

October 8, 2009

Alaskan Adventures Vol.4

More photos of the Young One adventuring in Alaska for your visual enjoyment:


"You guys can't trick me...I know this motor is attached to the world's biggest boat, so let's get rolling."

Playing conductor at Grandpa Alaska's. Please note our feeble attempt at baby-proofing the garbage can.

Young Paratrooper preparing for Operation Market Garden...a few decades too late.

Grandpa Alaska taking his feeding responsibilities very seriously.

Likely the least flattering photo of Young and Old in existence. We hope.

Grandma Alaska, taking a break from her chef duties at The Lodge to get in some Young snuggles.

Birth Control #348...chilled blueberries and aged river otter.

Birth Control #349...pureed salmon-berries and tender, still kicking, grizzly cub.

Young Old sneaks into the pantry, and of all the intriguing foodstuffs, he goes straight for the cat food. A man of good taste, if I may say so. That shit is delicious.

Starting the day right with a cup o' joe. Don't worry, Mom, his is decaf.

October 3, 2009

Alaskan Adventures Vol.3

Alaskan video barrage:

Young Old ate his fair share of wild blueberries...and the accompanying worms.

That's a raven, in case you were wondering. Young Old knew what was going on.

Young Old and Grandma Alaska gettin' down with the yokel locals, singing about Dirty Dick. Don't ask.

September 30, 2009

Alaskan Adventures Vol.2

Sorry, folks. Been hanging out with a nasty virus for the past few days. Here's the second batch of photos from Young Old's Great Alaskan Adventure, this time finding him on an excursion to the dilapidated Dude Ranch with a few of the locals.


Floating our way out of Port Alexander. Young Old is puzzling over why he's the only crew member of the HMS (this is Canada, after all) Skiff that's required to wear this ungodly-uncomfortable flotation vest. That's just the breaks, kid.

Young Old, playing Ewok, near the infamous Dude Ranch, of which, in our sheer excitement, we failed to capture a picture. Use your imagination...crumbling wooden structure, bear excrement, and the rotting remains of Gold Rush-era crusty miners. Pretty fun spot to vacation at, actually.

Young Old and Young Sage panning for gold...which they promptly ate. Us parental figures spent some time panning diapers afterward.

Young Old and Young Sage, building us a cabin at our mining claim. They were pretty pissed when they found out we were only going to be there a few hours. Nice cabin, though.

Breaking for lunch. That apple cost us damn near close to six bucks, so you better enjoy it, pal. Seriously, Alaskan produce is not cheap, which is probably why most residents fail to procure a proper source of vitamins during their short, hardscrabble lives. I kid...the plentiful and nutritious blueberries are off the hook, line and sinker.

Instructing the Young One in the art of rock tossing. He got it after a few more tosses, and we've been replacing windows ever since.

Young Old arrived little more than a helpless pup, but left as a ferocious warrior.

The adventurers: Young Old, Mama K, Papa Old, Aunt Molly-O, Young Sage, and Uncle Ryan.

Heading home, satiated with excitement, our journey ended...but not without a rousing game of Spot the Shipwreck. We both lost.