I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 33

I'm having difficulty recognizing my own son in these photos, they're that old. Ah, such is the life...
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Young Old has been incessantly pestering us for a ride on the Portland Aerial Tram. Seeing as we're fairly broke, we were certainly grateful when his Aunt T came through with a bit of improvisation.

Young Old's typical socialization ritual. His Aunt Luci rolls in to town, bearing friends, and he's off in his own world pumping air into invisible bike tires.

Like I said, his own world.

This "joke" managed to crack him up for months. It was pretty hilarious until he came down with a nasty case of Athlete's Foot on his little paws. The memory of Tinactin is still strong in our noses.

Talk about some "baby blues." Those eyes are already making women around the world swoon.

Grandpa Alaska spent the greater part of a visit teaching Young Old how to attach a halibut hook to a ganion. Several Frisco trips to the vet ensued.

Ah, the younger generation. When not setting hooks, Young Old spent his time coaching Grandpa Alaska on the proper way to text. Unfortunately, Grandpa Alaska now thinks it's acceptable to send us emails filled with phrases like "TLK 2 U L8R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Wonderful.

When Mr. Sandman began knocking on Young Old's eyelids, he took to dropping us the hint that bedtime was rapidly approaching by grabbing his blanket and miming his needs. Adorable.