[Well, scratch that hope for things calming down around here. Had another gang of visitors storm the palace gates, journeyed up to Seattle for a four-day marathon of Auntie Ren wedding prep, ceremony enjoyment, and heavy drinking, then capped it all off with surgically removing Frisco the Cat's right eye ball. Awesome. -Ed.]
First time on the swing, and he doesn't even need our help. The nest feels empty already.
October 29, 2009
October 21, 2009
Young Old, The Movie XXVII
Ill-suited for life amongst humans, Young Cub yearns to be with his ursine kin.
October 19, 2009
I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 30
Chronicling the waning days of Young Old's first summer...
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Young Kenshi polishing his skills with improvised household weapons. Burglars beware.
"Man, when's Mama coming home..." Looks like a page from Where's Waldo.
Young Old & Co. (Papa Old, Uncle Green, Aunt Vicious) cruising the streets of the Stump during the Sunday Parkways event.
Tummy time?
Soaking up rays with GrandPops. Very James Dean look, son.
Mama K and the Young One scoping out the contestants of the Soapbox Derby coasting down the slopes of our very own extinct volcano.
Generational chilling.
Young Old's version of speed reading.
Peach picking with Auntie Ali and Mama K at Sauvie Island Farm.
On behalf of Mama K, many apologies for making you rock the chinstrap. In retrospect... not so cool.
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Young Kenshi polishing his skills with improvised household weapons. Burglars beware.
"Man, when's Mama coming home..." Looks like a page from Where's Waldo.
Young Old & Co. (Papa Old, Uncle Green, Aunt Vicious) cruising the streets of the Stump during the Sunday Parkways event.
Tummy time?
Soaking up rays with GrandPops. Very James Dean look, son.
Mama K and the Young One scoping out the contestants of the Soapbox Derby coasting down the slopes of our very own extinct volcano.
Generational chilling.
Young Old's version of speed reading.
Peach picking with Auntie Ali and Mama K at Sauvie Island Farm.
On behalf of Mama K, many apologies for making you rock the chinstrap. In retrospect... not so cool.
October 14, 2009
Alaskan Adventures Vol.5
[Sorry about the infrequent posting for most of the month. Frisco the Cat has developed herpes in her eye (please, skip the grossly inappropriate bestiality jokes...I've already made them all), requiring a near constant presence at the vet's office and round-the-clock medicinal administrations, both of which are not only extremely annoying, but happen to take up a huge chunk of our time. We're hoping to kick her current issue to the curb soon, so things should be looking up around here. -Ed.]
Wrapping up our Alaskan journey...
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Young Old and Young Sage formed the Boardwalk Hooligans, a biker gang that terrorized the civilian population for the greater part of two weeks. This is noteworthy, as Young Old can't actually ride a bike, but nevertheless sent the locals fleeing in terror through his sheer potential for mischief.
Speedin' like a demon on 101 South/...[Sorry, obscure Dre Dog reference. -Ed.]
Cap'n Young sailing the seas aboard the HMS Bathwater. Watch out for that man-eating enema tube, matey. It's the bane of pirates the world around. [That hose acts as the "shower head" for those seeking something above and beyond the typical Alaskan bath experience. -Ed.]
A truly fascinating article on the bloody ethnic violence occurring in Bosnia (the issue was at least a decade old) had us both captivated. Young Old kept pointing at the pictures and mumbling "Meatloaf! Meatloaf!" Before CPS comes a-knockin', I'll fess up...it was a nice peaceful article on the desert dogs of Namibia (or something).
The Boys out back, building a fire to ward off the blackbird-sized mosquitoes. Young Old didn't get a single bite, while Mama K and I slumped home to Portland looking like a pair of hormonal teenagers.
Don't freak out...that blanket appears to be a lot closer to the fire than it actually is.
Grandpa Alaska teaching his Young Grandson how to tool around in the skiff. Me not being much of the boating sort, the little guy is already infinitely more proficient than I am, and took over the controls whenever we needed to get around during our stay.
Thanks, Grandpa A, we had a wonderful time:) See you in a week.
Wrapping up our Alaskan journey...
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Young Old and Young Sage formed the Boardwalk Hooligans, a biker gang that terrorized the civilian population for the greater part of two weeks. This is noteworthy, as Young Old can't actually ride a bike, but nevertheless sent the locals fleeing in terror through his sheer potential for mischief.
Speedin' like a demon on 101 South/...[Sorry, obscure Dre Dog reference. -Ed.]
Cap'n Young sailing the seas aboard the HMS Bathwater. Watch out for that man-eating enema tube, matey. It's the bane of pirates the world around. [That hose acts as the "shower head" for those seeking something above and beyond the typical Alaskan bath experience. -Ed.]
A truly fascinating article on the bloody ethnic violence occurring in Bosnia (the issue was at least a decade old) had us both captivated. Young Old kept pointing at the pictures and mumbling "Meatloaf! Meatloaf!" Before CPS comes a-knockin', I'll fess up...it was a nice peaceful article on the desert dogs of Namibia (or something).
The Boys out back, building a fire to ward off the blackbird-sized mosquitoes. Young Old didn't get a single bite, while Mama K and I slumped home to Portland looking like a pair of hormonal teenagers.
Don't freak out...that blanket appears to be a lot closer to the fire than it actually is.
Grandpa Alaska teaching his Young Grandson how to tool around in the skiff. Me not being much of the boating sort, the little guy is already infinitely more proficient than I am, and took over the controls whenever we needed to get around during our stay.
Thanks, Grandpa A, we had a wonderful time:) See you in a week.
October 8, 2009
Alaskan Adventures Vol.4
More photos of the Young One adventuring in Alaska for your visual enjoyment:
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"You guys can't trick me...I know this motor is attached to the world's biggest boat, so let's get rolling."
Playing conductor at Grandpa Alaska's. Please note our feeble attempt at baby-proofing the garbage can.
Young Paratrooper preparing for Operation Market Garden...a few decades too late.
Grandpa Alaska taking his feeding responsibilities very seriously.
Likely the least flattering photo of Young and Old in existence. We hope.
Grandma Alaska, taking a break from her chef duties at The Lodge to get in some Young snuggles.
Birth Control #348...chilled blueberries and aged river otter.
Birth Control #349...pureed salmon-berries and tender, still kicking, grizzly cub.
Young Old sneaks into the pantry, and of all the intriguing foodstuffs, he goes straight for the cat food. A man of good taste, if I may say so. That shit is delicious.
Starting the day right with a cup o' joe. Don't worry, Mom, his is decaf.
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"You guys can't trick me...I know this motor is attached to the world's biggest boat, so let's get rolling."
Playing conductor at Grandpa Alaska's. Please note our feeble attempt at baby-proofing the garbage can.
Young Paratrooper preparing for Operation Market Garden...a few decades too late.
Grandpa Alaska taking his feeding responsibilities very seriously.
Likely the least flattering photo of Young and Old in existence. We hope.
Grandma Alaska, taking a break from her chef duties at The Lodge to get in some Young snuggles.
Birth Control #348...chilled blueberries and aged river otter.
Birth Control #349...pureed salmon-berries and tender, still kicking, grizzly cub.
Young Old sneaks into the pantry, and of all the intriguing foodstuffs, he goes straight for the cat food. A man of good taste, if I may say so. That shit is delicious.
Starting the day right with a cup o' joe. Don't worry, Mom, his is decaf.
October 3, 2009
Alaskan Adventures Vol.3
Alaskan video barrage:
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Young Old ate his fair share of wild blueberries...and the accompanying worms.
That's a raven, in case you were wondering. Young Old knew what was going on.
Young Old and Grandma Alaska gettin' down with the yokel locals, singing about Dirty Dick. Don't ask.
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Young Old ate his fair share of wild blueberries...and the accompanying worms.
That's a raven, in case you were wondering. Young Old knew what was going on.
Young Old and Grandma Alaska gettin' down with the yokel locals, singing about Dirty Dick. Don't ask.
September 30, 2009
Alaskan Adventures Vol.2
Sorry, folks. Been hanging out with a nasty virus for the past few days. Here's the second batch of photos from Young Old's Great Alaskan Adventure, this time finding him on an excursion to the dilapidated Dude Ranch with a few of the locals.
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Floating our way out of Port Alexander. Young Old is puzzling over why he's the only crew member of the HMS (this is Canada, after all) Skiff that's required to wear this ungodly-uncomfortable flotation vest. That's just the breaks, kid.
Young Old, playing Ewok, near the infamous Dude Ranch, of which, in our sheer excitement, we failed to capture a picture. Use your imagination...crumbling wooden structure, bear excrement, and the rotting remains of Gold Rush-era crusty miners. Pretty fun spot to vacation at, actually.
Young Old and Young Sage panning for gold...which they promptly ate. Us parental figures spent some time panning diapers afterward.
Young Old and Young Sage, building us a cabin at our mining claim. They were pretty pissed when they found out we were only going to be there a few hours. Nice cabin, though.
Breaking for lunch. That apple cost us damn near close to six bucks, so you better enjoy it, pal. Seriously, Alaskan produce is not cheap, which is probably why most residents fail to procure a proper source of vitamins during their short, hardscrabble lives. I kid...the plentiful and nutritious blueberries are off the hook, line and sinker.
Instructing the Young One in the art of rock tossing. He got it after a few more tosses, and we've been replacing windows ever since.
Young Old arrived little more than a helpless pup, but left as a ferocious warrior.
The adventurers: Young Old, Mama K, Papa Old, Aunt Molly-O, Young Sage, and Uncle Ryan.
Heading home, satiated with excitement, our journey ended...but not without a rousing game of Spot the Shipwreck. We both lost.
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Floating our way out of Port Alexander. Young Old is puzzling over why he's the only crew member of the HMS (this is Canada, after all) Skiff that's required to wear this ungodly-uncomfortable flotation vest. That's just the breaks, kid.
Young Old, playing Ewok, near the infamous Dude Ranch, of which, in our sheer excitement, we failed to capture a picture. Use your imagination...crumbling wooden structure, bear excrement, and the rotting remains of Gold Rush-era crusty miners. Pretty fun spot to vacation at, actually.
Young Old and Young Sage panning for gold...which they promptly ate. Us parental figures spent some time panning diapers afterward.
Young Old and Young Sage, building us a cabin at our mining claim. They were pretty pissed when they found out we were only going to be there a few hours. Nice cabin, though.
Breaking for lunch. That apple cost us damn near close to six bucks, so you better enjoy it, pal. Seriously, Alaskan produce is not cheap, which is probably why most residents fail to procure a proper source of vitamins during their short, hardscrabble lives. I kid...the plentiful and nutritious blueberries are off the hook, line and sinker.
Instructing the Young One in the art of rock tossing. He got it after a few more tosses, and we've been replacing windows ever since.
Young Old arrived little more than a helpless pup, but left as a ferocious warrior.
The adventurers: Young Old, Mama K, Papa Old, Aunt Molly-O, Young Sage, and Uncle Ryan.
Heading home, satiated with excitement, our journey ended...but not without a rousing game of Spot the Shipwreck. We both lost.
September 26, 2009
Alaskan Adventures Vol.1
Here's the first batch of photos from our trip up to Alaska way back in July. Enjoy. Belatedly.
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This about sums up how much fun we had on the flight from Portland to Seattle to Juneau to Sitka. Young Old, formerly quite the trooper, waited until this trip to develop a severe case of Conduct Disorder.
As you can see, that seat belt lasted about 3.41 seconds.
"Freed from one restraint, only to land myself in another. Man, this sucks."
Playing tourist and making monster sounds in downtown Sitka. Rrrraaarghhhh...
Cold chillin' with Kari at the Backdoor Cafe. He's pouting because we wouldn't get him a latte.
"Dude, Dad, float planes are awesome!" We could only nod, butts firmly clenched, terrified for our lives.
"Mama, what's the matter? Don't you think this is awesome?" [Note to readers: Mama K gets motion sickness from walking too fast. Poor Mama K. -Ed.]
In Port Alexander at last. Young Old collapsed in the corner, physically and mentally exhausted. His arch-nemesis Young Sage immediately greeted him with a retina-searing 60000-Watt spotlight, to the face. Welcome to the Laughing Raven Lodge.
"Even though I'll likely never see again, sure, we can be friends." Seriously, isn't that just too precious?
Mama K and Young Old breaking out their B-Boy/Girl poses for the cover of their next album, Boots, Boardwalks and Blueberry Beats.
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This about sums up how much fun we had on the flight from Portland to Seattle to Juneau to Sitka. Young Old, formerly quite the trooper, waited until this trip to develop a severe case of Conduct Disorder.
As you can see, that seat belt lasted about 3.41 seconds.
"Freed from one restraint, only to land myself in another. Man, this sucks."
Playing tourist and making monster sounds in downtown Sitka. Rrrraaarghhhh...
Cold chillin' with Kari at the Backdoor Cafe. He's pouting because we wouldn't get him a latte.
"Dude, Dad, float planes are awesome!" We could only nod, butts firmly clenched, terrified for our lives.
"Mama, what's the matter? Don't you think this is awesome?" [Note to readers: Mama K gets motion sickness from walking too fast. Poor Mama K. -Ed.]
In Port Alexander at last. Young Old collapsed in the corner, physically and mentally exhausted. His arch-nemesis Young Sage immediately greeted him with a retina-searing 60000-Watt spotlight, to the face. Welcome to the Laughing Raven Lodge.
"Even though I'll likely never see again, sure, we can be friends." Seriously, isn't that just too precious?
Mama K and Young Old breaking out their B-Boy/Girl poses for the cover of their next album, Boots, Boardwalks and Blueberry Beats.
September 23, 2009
I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 29
This is one of my favorite batches. Some real priceless shit, here, yo.
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"Doggies don't go *pant* *pant*...they go *ruff* *ruff*. Get it? Now you try."
Showing my Young Son what he has to look forward to once he potty-trains. To be honest, I'm not so sure it's much of an improvement.
An older flick of the Young One in the arms of his Uncle ReidSeed. Hey, bud, your fly is down.
Young Old, now with 100% more macular degeneration! Also, "You'll shoot your eye out, kid."
The cover photo for Young Old's first album, Hoodies and Hobos.
"Um, Mom...that naked slobber-thing is a little too close to my milk bladder for comfort."
"What's with the faces, yo? I just wanted to say hello. So rude."
Mama K's failed attempt at configuring the Moby Wrap. Young Old looks like one unhappy paratrooper.
A love of back-scratching sessions runs in the family. GrandPops hands down the tradition.
Young Old held the screwdriver steady while we lowered his crib. Such a good helper.
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"Doggies don't go *pant* *pant*...they go *ruff* *ruff*. Get it? Now you try."
Showing my Young Son what he has to look forward to once he potty-trains. To be honest, I'm not so sure it's much of an improvement.
An older flick of the Young One in the arms of his Uncle ReidSeed. Hey, bud, your fly is down.
Young Old, now with 100% more macular degeneration! Also, "You'll shoot your eye out, kid."
The cover photo for Young Old's first album, Hoodies and Hobos.
"Um, Mom...that naked slobber-thing is a little too close to my milk bladder for comfort."
"What's with the faces, yo? I just wanted to say hello. So rude."
Mama K's failed attempt at configuring the Moby Wrap. Young Old looks like one unhappy paratrooper.
A love of back-scratching sessions runs in the family. GrandPops hands down the tradition.
Young Old held the screwdriver steady while we lowered his crib. Such a good helper.
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