I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 36

I wish I knew what he's thinking, how his design process works, why he picks one color over another and utilizes this line here and that curve there. Us simpletons will never fully grasp the mind of genius. Regardless, more fodder for the baby book.

Nessa Bug indoctrinating Young Old in the ways of the video game addict. Welcome to the club, little buddy.

Auntie Annie and King Richard participating in a very unorthodox version of musical chairs. Obviously, you all lose.

I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous. I'd sure like a ride in the dump truck.


Young Old has turned into a voracious reader. There is no satiation for his literary cravings. He'll ask you to read the same crummy kid's book 487 times in a row, then look morally offended if you decline to participate in the 488th recital. Glancing around, he often spies his next victim, then bombards that individual with boundless cute and undying irritation until they succumb to his wordy desires. It's all a bit out of control. We find ourselves running at the site of a book in Young Old's greedy paws, friends have stopped visiting, and the UPS gal won't even deliver to our home any longer after getting sucked into a marathon reading session a few weeks back. But being overjoyed at the prospect of some verbal relief, we're more than happy to play dumb when unknowing victims stumble into our humble abode. Auntie Annie, tag your it. Our apologies, but better you than us.

All aboard the Flying Suppository, aka Portland's aerial tram. It was a good hang, guys. Come again soon. Seriously.

Monster mash. Graveyard smash.

My two favorite people. BFF for reels.

Originally, we'd intended to disguise Young Old's given name on this weblog, but if you've been watching any of the videos, we've spoiled that plan a hundred times over. The name's Jasper, but he'll forever be a Young Old. [Thanks to the Bellingham crew for the beautiful table and chair set. Easily Jasper's, I mean, Young Old's most used and cherished belonging. -Ed.]

Frisco the Cat has been taking things surprisingly well lately. She still won't give Young Old the time of day, but at least incidents of hissing and clawpawing have dropped significantly since she lost that ocular sphere of hers. Maybe it's age, but since the surgery, she's mellowed out a great deal. This, of course, hasn't stopped Young Old from doing all in his power to molest and harass her on a near constant basis, relentlessly chasing her around the house, creeping up on her blind side, and attempting to shove any object he lays hands on into her empty socket. Frisco, you're a true champ.