May 31, 2010
May 28, 2010
Whoa, I Know Kung-Fu
Whether this is precious behavior or bad parenting is your call, but we sure had a blast recreating scenes from Shaolin and Wu-Tang.
May 19, 2010
Daddy Raps-A-Lot
This is just embarrassing on so many levels, but needed to be shared, if not only to highlight the difficulty of listening to my favorite genre of music when in the company of my dear son. Thank goodness for Pandora.com; we've been working extremely hard on our "Young Old Friendly" radio station. Sorry, Dre Dog, you will not be making an appearance in the rotation for at least another few years.
May 17, 2010
Grindin'
Making a pot of coffee with Young Old is easily my favorite part of our morning ritual. He's almost got the entire process down; the french press is up next. And no worries, Mama K...he refuses to drink the stuff, no matter how often it's offered.
May 14, 2010
PCP Playtime
The interaction between Young Old and his toys is often so surreal I sometimes find that I have to pinch myself to confirm that I'm not, in fact, hallucinating images of dwarves awkwardly riding gelatinous ponies.
May 13, 2010
May 10, 2010
April 28, 2010
I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 38
Parkour expert Young Old practicing l'art du déplacement.
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.
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.
April 27, 2010
Young Old the Biker
GrandPops recently gifted to Young Old his first bicycle (well, technically it's a quadricycle). They had a great time taking it out for a spin:
Save his time sleeping, Young Old rarely parted from this red beauty for the better part of two weeks.
Exhibit A:
Thanks for the thoughtful gift!
Save his time sleeping, Young Old rarely parted from this red beauty for the better part of two weeks.
Exhibit A:
Thanks for the thoughtful gift!
April 19, 2010
I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 37
I think this is a competitive sport somewhere in Arkansas. Anyway, Young Old's pretty good at it.
Young Country getting his twang on. [For the record, we don't listen to country music and neither should you. -Ed.]
The Boy must have inherited my genetic proclivity towards neatness, as lately he's been obsessed with wiping down every surface in the house. Good thing, too, because since he's come into the picture, we haven't properly cleaned the house a single time.
See what I mean? Adorable or OCD? I guess we'll find out. By the way, he insisted on his sleeves being rolled up. Amazing what they pick up from simple observation.
I came into the bedroom one day after hearing Young Old wake up from his morning nap, to find him laughing hysterically at having put this hat on all by himself. It was pretty funny, though I'd imagine you had to be there.
Communing with his [1/64 Cherokee, at this point, I think. -Ed.] ancestors up at Pork & Mike's Country House. Bang them yams, one.
"Yet another escape foiled by that damn waist strap. Sheeee-oooot." And don't knock the "pants tucked into the socks"-look Young Old has going on. Only parents will understand.
This picture is awesome in so many ways as to be mostly indescribable.
A very sick Mama K and Young Old...
...equals a very sick Papa Old and the continuing sickness of Young Old. Nasty flu insectoid knocked us out of commission for damn-near an entire week. There's nothing quite like the personal hell of three family members performing simultaneous projectile vomiting. We had to shit our drawers in shifts, it got so bad. Yuck, is right.
Young Country getting his twang on. [For the record, we don't listen to country music and neither should you. -Ed.]
The Boy must have inherited my genetic proclivity towards neatness, as lately he's been obsessed with wiping down every surface in the house. Good thing, too, because since he's come into the picture, we haven't properly cleaned the house a single time.
See what I mean? Adorable or OCD? I guess we'll find out. By the way, he insisted on his sleeves being rolled up. Amazing what they pick up from simple observation.
I came into the bedroom one day after hearing Young Old wake up from his morning nap, to find him laughing hysterically at having put this hat on all by himself. It was pretty funny, though I'd imagine you had to be there.
Communing with his [1/64 Cherokee, at this point, I think. -Ed.] ancestors up at Pork & Mike's Country House. Bang them yams, one.
"Yet another escape foiled by that damn waist strap. Sheeee-oooot." And don't knock the "pants tucked into the socks"-look Young Old has going on. Only parents will understand.
This picture is awesome in so many ways as to be mostly indescribable.
A very sick Mama K and Young Old...
...equals a very sick Papa Old and the continuing sickness of Young Old. Nasty flu insectoid knocked us out of commission for damn-near an entire week. There's nothing quite like the personal hell of three family members performing simultaneous projectile vomiting. We had to shit our drawers in shifts, it got so bad. Yuck, is right.
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