I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 25

Haven't shown pictures from our private collection in quite some time, so...

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Young Old getting all domestic and shit. He's excited now, but let's see how he feels when it becomes his nightly chore for the next 18 years of his life. Having kids is great.

The Young One helping Papa Old out with a project aka dropping all of Daddy's tools off the deck one by one when his back is turned. Thanks for the assistance, pal, but you're fired.

Why anyone in their right mind would go out and purchase an overpriced "teething toy" is beyond me. Everyday normal household items do the trick just fine. On second thought, Young Old is almost a year old and has so far born no teeth, so maybe the fault lies in our anti-capitalistic stubbornness.

Birth Control #491. Bear in mind, this is only the visible mess. That sticky sludge is coating everything else within a 12-foot radius, and supper clean-up usually lasts a solid 45 minutes. You should see the damage this boy can cause with a banana or some sweet potatoes. Oh, the horror.

I love this picture. That is one satisfied hombre.

Chilling with Grandma Alaska before she heads off into the Bush for a summer of hunting beach asparagus and canning grizzly bear.

"What the fuck, Dad!? All my life you keep me cooped up in this dump and neglect to tell me that there's this whole other reality sitting outside my front door. Peace, I'm outta here."

Welcoming Mama K home from a long day at the office. Precious.

A travel-cloaked Young Baggins, smoking some of that fine Shire weed. Don't you have a ring to destroy or something, dude? [Translation: Thanks, Sue, for the cool poncho! -Ed.]

My...head...exploding...from...sheer...cuteness. BLAM.