Y2-D2

The constant exposure to advanced technology has certainly changed the way young brains develop. Young Old has long since graduated from updating his Facebook page and Tweeting his recent bowel activity; his latest hobby is coding the latest Droid applications, substantially lessening the financial hit to our budget from my decision to be a stay-at-home. Before turning two, I've vague recollections of struggling to keep my clothes on and my vomit in my mouth, never mind mastering mouse-scrolling and the unlocking of cell phones:

Young Handyman

Young Old recently helped me construct several raised garden beds. Here's the master craftsman at work:

Familial Visit

[Damn near forgot about updating this blog. The Boy is insanely busy right now. 100% required interaction during his waking moments, and his nap times have become my nap times. Doesn't leave much time for writing...-Ed.]

Nana, Sir Bruce, and Uncle Briguy came to The Stump a few months back. Here are a few of the highlights:

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The Motley Crue, sans umlauts:

Young Old, The Movie v.40

[We've been very busy this month, people. Here's a little somethin' somethin' to tide you over until I get back on track next week. Also, a heads up...this blog will be coming to an end sometime around Young Old's second life anniversary near the end of August. More on that later. -Ed.]

Young Old, The Movie v.39

You have to respect the innovation.
The keytar at work.

I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 40

Young Brando. [Thanks for not punching my face in, Mr. Biker. -Ed.]

Face snuggles with Auntie Ren-Ren.

He insisted on keeping his water bottle cold with my favorite koozie. Go 'Merica.

Shake those money makers, son.


Doctor J schoolin' Uncle J in some one-on-one.

Tut-tut, Young Robin.

The Young One and his pal Dixon "smiling" for the camera. Well done, gents.

Our boy rode this firetruck around for three days straight, refused to walk, shouting wee-ouuu wee-ouuu in an upper register scream the entire time. The joke's on us, Grandma Alaska.

Potty Time! Excellent!

It's funny, these milestones we choose to place upon pedestals.

Take baby's first real shit.

Well, folks, the moment is here, the plane has arrived.

Drum-roll please...
Nice shot, my man. You've officially graduated from "Wipe my Ass, Daddy" Academy and are now ready for the University of "Wipe your Own Ass."

One of many test runs:

I'm so proud of you, Young Old. More than you'll ever remember...

Roll Call

I've got mixed feelings about this. While Big Boy (or Big Boi for those familiar with my musical leanings) is a wonderful nickname, and a self-endowed one at that, I'm still holding out in my heart that he'll adopt Young Old as his own. Time will tell...

Young Old, The Movie v.38

Coach T schooling Doctor J in the basics:

I'm Tired So You Get Pictures, Vol. 39

A pensive Young Old, waxing philosophical at the local playground. When bringing up the aretaic turn to his fellow 'groundlings, they've taken to tossing bark chunks at him. Get used to it, son; we're surrounded by idiots.

The album cover to Young Old's first rap album, appearing in stores near you sometime in 2026.

Mama K trying out the whole "two kids" idea. Someone, please get that other kid away from her before she's infected. [Just kidding, Lilly-Goat. We love you. -Ed.]

Modeling for The Thinker. Little known fact: Rodin was a time-traveler.

Go 'Blazers. Better luck next year.

Young Old can't hardly wait to attend school. You and me both, buddy.

I've been wrong before, but something is telling me that he's ready for his nap.

Noodles + Book = Best babysitter ever.

Sir Young enjoying a spot of tea with Lord Old. Rice cakes subbing for crumpets.

Lilly-Goat and Young Old getting so fresh and so clean clean.