I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 27

Mama K recently returned home from her sister's four-day bachelorette party, and today she returns to work to prepare for the new school year, meaning I've been watching Young Toddler for five days straight now, mostly solo. I'd always thought I had this bottomless fount of energy that would carry me through this parental period, but hell, our little critter could sap the energy out of the Sun if it was capable of childcare. He's napping now (praise all that is good in the world), so let's get down to business...

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On our way home from San Francisco to Portland, we played tourist at the Marin Headlands, snapping this pair of photos in front of yon Golden Gate Bridge.

We arrived back in Stumptown for the most important national holiday of the year, Fireworks Day. Having little time to prepare, we were forced to shop from the legally-sanctioned tents of terror, though after our less-than-spectacular evening display, Young Old and I vowed to hit up the reservations the next go 'round.

I'm not sure which cause of Young Old's wound is worse, the fictional account of him getting a little too cocky with an M-80, or the more truthy story of Mama K accidentally snipping The Boy's finger with a gigantic pair of crafting scissors. Either way, we'll be expecting a visit from Child Protective Services any day now.

Learning about techmology at the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. His IQ visibly jumped 12 points by the day's end.

Frisco the Cat's patience apparently has its limit. After Young Old's stitches heal, I'm sure he'll never yank her whiskers again.

Young Old learning about the birds and the bees from his randy toys. Whew, glad that conversation's out of the way.

Young Old and Auntie Ren scoping out the sights atop a Puget Sound ferry. GrandPops, the posed photo pointing must be genetic.

"Well, Mama K, I can see you're having a blast, but frankly, how about you just concentrate on changing my soon-to-ooze-and-explode diaper. Great."

Young Old boycotting smiles at his 37th wedding this year (congrats, Steph and Ian, it truly was a wonderful celebration). Only another dozen left, my friend.