Really Taking Off

My hair stylist was a little late for my post bath styling.
It is tough to find good people, especially when you are away from home.
My hair is trending on Google just behind Bieber's doo.

Hey, pop, it's the ER!  I really don't feel like returning all these pages.  Pop?  Where did he go?

I hit the Glenn Miller weekend fly in at the FoMo AirPo.  There were some beautiful examples of WWII aircraft.  Dad had two helpings of pancakes. (I told him that would not make the blog.)

I could see myself in a plane.

As if one wing was not enough.  This little tiny biplane was just about my size.

I can chase down Dad, Mom, or Diane, but I have yet to keep up with those pesky cats.  I also love to sidle up next to the stove and take down all the tea towels!

I was ready for this close up.

Roasted Butternut Squash, homemade, was a nice change.  I also now eat avocado, apples, peas, and prunes.  I will not eat zucchini under any circumstance. 

Wet Behind The Ears

Your eyes do not deceive you.  I can now hold my own bottles.*
(*Disclaimer: Good only for plastic bottles, 4 ounce size, with less than 2 ounces left)

Dad said his truck was not handling correctly.  A quick adjustment to the tie rods, and lower control arms, and a couple of turns out of the front suspension to soften things up and he was off to the races.

You may not have noticed, but have MORE THUMBS!  So the yoga IS working?

This is my "It looks very tiring to be a 2 and a half year old!" look.  Noah is a whirling dervish.
 I got tired WATCHING him.

This is my coming home from the mountains pose.  Let's call it an altitude induced nap.

Whoahhhh! That's a bit cold on the old toes.  Additionally, has anybody else noticed the HUGE ALLIGATOR in the Fort Morgan Public Pool.  You would think the pool cleaner would notice.

I'm not sure that I'll be ready for London this summer, but let's just say my kick-kicks are at the head of the class.
Can we all agree not to discuss Mom's choice of sun hat?

I'm getting it!  I'm really getting it!  This Guppy Class is more fun than I thought you could have.   I've even been underwater a half dozen times.  No problem.  No tears.

January Baby, June Weather!

OK, I got this.  So I just hold it right here?

Wait, what? Where you going?

Hold, hold.  I can get this.

OK, Jense, let's not eat the prop.  Don't eat the prop.  Don't eat the prop.  Ohh, purple paper is the best.

We finally got one for the picture books.  This used to be easier before I could move around, eh?

Ahhhh, Corbin.  Spikey hair, ironic 8 bit dragon shirt.  This guy kills me.  I'm giving him a little rib shot during this picture.

Let me dispel one myth: There were no peanuts or cracker jacks bought for me.  Nice lawn at this place, and I got to see Albert Pujols which is apparently something.  

My therapist says I need to relax a bit more.  Apparently, the game of golf is VERY relaxing and you just walk around and hit a small ball.  Nothing frustrating sounding about that.

I hit the waterways in North Sterling with my assistants.  I hope my guppy lessons go well at the pool, because this "life preserver" did anything but.  Uncle Pat has a FAST boat.