This dude is a true carbaholic. Anyone know of a 12-step program for bread addiction? Google wasn't much help on this one...
Mama K expressing her love on Valentine's Day, after reading the sweet note that Young Old sent her in the Portland Mercury.
My days are filled with moments like these. Life is good.
The Fam.
Taking a stroll at the Whitaker Ponds near our house. Young Old giggled the whole time with delight at all noisy avian residents. Quack, honk, chirp, laugh. Repeat.
Playing a game of Spot the Three-Eyed Fish in the toxic sludge that is the Columbia Slough.
Well, Young Old's got the whole walking stick thing down. It's amazing what he picks up from his very brief observations. Picking his nose and flipping off cops, though...not so amazing.
Show us yer meth teeth, Young Trailer Park Boy.
Young Che gearing up for the revolution.
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