March 17, 2010
Our Little Earbud
Let's just hope the perfect parenting he's showered with on a near-constant basis counteracts this brief exposure to old school Triple 6 Mafia.
March 14, 2010
Buhloone Mindstate
"it might blow up but it won't go pop" -De La Soul, one of Young Old's favorite groups.
March 11, 2010
March 9, 2010
March 6, 2010
March 3, 2010
Auntie Ren's Wedding
So far, this is my favorite photo of Young Old. Perfectly captures the ancient soul lurking beneath his drooling, mumbling, yet utterly adorable facade.
Auntie Ren calming a furious Young Old after the photographer's assistant made a disparaging remark about the Little Folk. Easy there, buddy.
To cut down on costs, Auntie Ren and Uncle Train hosted their wedding at the nearby train tracks. Young Old kept yelling "Choooooo chooooooooo!!!" throughout the entire ceremony. It was hilarious. Seriously though, it was a beautiful wedding, you two. Congrats.
"Step on a leaf, loosen your Daddy's teeth. Man, this is going to be hard..."
Our familial unit getting our photo snuggle on.
Priceless.
Before the big event, Young Old took the opportunity to push crusty food-laden carts around the parking lot and make automobile noises. Dude, this isn't Arkansas.
A dashing Young Old (shirking his duties as ring bearer) escorting his radiant Mama K down the aisle.
The Debonair One charming the ladies. Seriously, parents, please keep an eye on your daughters when Young Old is visiting. We're not looking to be grandparents anytime soon.
Bedtime, Mama.
Auntie Ren calming a furious Young Old after the photographer's assistant made a disparaging remark about the Little Folk. Easy there, buddy.
To cut down on costs, Auntie Ren and Uncle Train hosted their wedding at the nearby train tracks. Young Old kept yelling "Choooooo chooooooooo!!!" throughout the entire ceremony. It was hilarious. Seriously though, it was a beautiful wedding, you two. Congrats.
"Step on a leaf, loosen your Daddy's teeth. Man, this is going to be hard..."
Our familial unit getting our photo snuggle on.
Priceless.
Before the big event, Young Old took the opportunity to push crusty food-laden carts around the parking lot and make automobile noises. Dude, this isn't Arkansas.
A dashing Young Old (shirking his duties as ring bearer) escorting his radiant Mama K down the aisle.
The Debonair One charming the ladies. Seriously, parents, please keep an eye on your daughters when Young Old is visiting. We're not looking to be grandparents anytime soon.
Bedtime, Mama.
March 1, 2010
I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 34
Young Old went through a phase where he was devouring his books. If the old adage is true, he's either going to be a literary genius, or a fish.
Young Old is showing an increasing proclivity for Evel Knievel-like stunts. If we can keep him away from motorcycles and man-rockets, he should be fine.
Enjoying some time out on the back deck. No matter the weather, this dude hates being cooped up inside.
Young Old very carefully decorating a letter to Grandma Alaska.
Getting some quality time in with Uncle Danpa.
Our very own whirling dervish hipster.
Young Old soaking in the sights at the Japanese Garden in Portland with his Auntie Marie. We subsequently had to "rescue" him from his very intentional dive into the koi pond.
Young Old loves him some basketball, or baball as he's taken to calling it. Go 'Zers.
Nerd match. I won.
Papa Old and Mama K celebrating some much-needed baby-free time at a friend's murder mystery birthday party. Thanks to Uncle Scott and Aunt Ali for the assist.
Young Old is showing an increasing proclivity for Evel Knievel-like stunts. If we can keep him away from motorcycles and man-rockets, he should be fine.
Enjoying some time out on the back deck. No matter the weather, this dude hates being cooped up inside.
Young Old very carefully decorating a letter to Grandma Alaska.
Getting some quality time in with Uncle Danpa.
Our very own whirling dervish hipster.
Young Old soaking in the sights at the Japanese Garden in Portland with his Auntie Marie. We subsequently had to "rescue" him from his very intentional dive into the koi pond.
Young Old loves him some basketball, or baball as he's taken to calling it. Go 'Zers.
Nerd match. I won.
Papa Old and Mama K celebrating some much-needed baby-free time at a friend's murder mystery birthday party. Thanks to Uncle Scott and Aunt Ali for the assist.
February 28, 2010
February 27, 2010
Thanksgiving Visit to GrandPops'
Young Old and GrandPops spent most of the weekend bonding aboard a lawnmower tractor. I think John Deere owes us some money for this one.
Watch for the look of pure joy near the end. Priceless.
Bad picture, but the only one taken of Young Old presiding over his second Thanksgiving feast. Let's just pretend that his eyes are drooping out of sheer anticipation for the inevitable tryptophan overload.
Post-feast entertainment provided by Young Old, performing his hit song, "Don't Clap While I'm Clapping, Michael and GrandPops".
Mama K getting all artsy-fartsy. Columbia Sportswear owes us money for this one, too, I'd imagine.
The "boy" archetype, if I've ever seen one. Unidentifiable slimy brown object in hand? Check. Unidentifiable slimy brown substance smeared on face? Check.
Learning the Way of the Pyro with Professor GrandPops.
Young Old enjoying some time at the beach in Northern Cali with Mama K. The two of them are easily the most beautiful scenery for hundreds of miles, forcing the redwoods into a distant second place.
Young Astronaut taking small steps on the moon.
Good visit, Pops. Sorry it took so long to post these...
Watch for the look of pure joy near the end. Priceless.
Bad picture, but the only one taken of Young Old presiding over his second Thanksgiving feast. Let's just pretend that his eyes are drooping out of sheer anticipation for the inevitable tryptophan overload.
Post-feast entertainment provided by Young Old, performing his hit song, "Don't Clap While I'm Clapping, Michael and GrandPops".
Mama K getting all artsy-fartsy. Columbia Sportswear owes us money for this one, too, I'd imagine.
The "boy" archetype, if I've ever seen one. Unidentifiable slimy brown object in hand? Check. Unidentifiable slimy brown substance smeared on face? Check.
Learning the Way of the Pyro with Professor GrandPops.
Young Old enjoying some time at the beach in Northern Cali with Mama K. The two of them are easily the most beautiful scenery for hundreds of miles, forcing the redwoods into a distant second place.
Young Astronaut taking small steps on the moon.
Good visit, Pops. Sorry it took so long to post these...
February 26, 2010
Young Old Tricks for Treats
Wait, that doesn't sound right...
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This Halloween, Young Old decided to go as an aristocrat. Boy, he's sure got his finger on the economic pulse of our nation. Those pretzels are probably coated in edible gold foil.
With the mustache in place, the transformation was complete, and Young Moneybags was ready to hit the town for free candy, despite having a personal net worth of over $8.34 billion. Typical.
"Oooooh, Daddy, please get this pooooor person away from me. She's wrinkling my Armani silk wool."
Speaking of tricks, Mama K dressed up like a dead 82nd St. hooker. Portland reference. We joke, because we live it.
Papa Old repped his Sabotage gear, Beastie Boys-style.
Grandpa Alaska decided against dressing up.
One day, he'll hate us, I'm sure of it.
"I knew I should have brought my man-servant to knock on these peasant's doors. Egad, I'd hate to get their poor all over my hands."
"What, no caviar-studded peanut butter cups? No truffle essence chocolate slivers? No squid ink licorice? I doth protest, this is too much to bear."
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This Halloween, Young Old decided to go as an aristocrat. Boy, he's sure got his finger on the economic pulse of our nation. Those pretzels are probably coated in edible gold foil.
With the mustache in place, the transformation was complete, and Young Moneybags was ready to hit the town for free candy, despite having a personal net worth of over $8.34 billion. Typical.
"Oooooh, Daddy, please get this pooooor person away from me. She's wrinkling my Armani silk wool."
Speaking of tricks, Mama K dressed up like a dead 82nd St. hooker. Portland reference. We joke, because we live it.
Papa Old repped his Sabotage gear, Beastie Boys-style.
Grandpa Alaska decided against dressing up.
One day, he'll hate us, I'm sure of it.
"I knew I should have brought my man-servant to knock on these peasant's doors. Egad, I'd hate to get their poor all over my hands."
"What, no caviar-studded peanut butter cups? No truffle essence chocolate slivers? No squid ink licorice? I doth protest, this is too much to bear."
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