Raised in a Barn

Yuck!  What is that?  Gotta be the worst looking kitty in history.

I gotta pet this thing.  Look at how soft it is!

I've solved it!  I see a chicken and I don't see any eggs.  The chicken came first!

I'll just clean up this hay.  JD taught me this is a Massey Ferguson.

Ahh, the life of a farmer.  Whew, I am pooped.  No literally, folks, a little help here.

My grandpa is probably the greatest chicken hunter at Shelburne Farms.
He's actually a member and he doesn't even have to show his card at the gate.

Two horsepower?  Pppfffhh, my lawn tractor at home has 24 horses.  How do they stand so still?

So while somewhat familiar, I for the life of me cannot understand what
they are doing down there.  Mom apparently cannot even look.

So you see, given the calculated headwinds, our current altitude we should be
touching down about an hour ago.  These delays are a real bummer, Delta Airlines.

Cousin Corbin turned one year old.  He had a pirate ship water table there,
so I climbed aboard and took over the high seas.

And finally, there has been some buzz on the chat boards that I am not actually blogging
this stuff myself.  To dispel these vicious rumors, I am including a picture of me working.

Vermont Part One

Have you ever gone to a "pool party," worn your suit, and jumped in, only to
find that "pool" meant summer casual BY the pool.  I have.

Grandpa picked some berries from his garden, then grandma fixed 'em up for me.

AND I LOVED THEM!  Blueberry and raspberry puree coursing through
your veins is the only way to go.

I knew I had a feeling I was being watched.

I don't know what it is, but I'll take it!  Mom and Dad of the year right here. . .

Another great "JD" showed me his "lawn tractor" at his house in Hinesburg.
He also has, get this: A dump truck, an excavator, more old fashion tractors, and a 4-wheeler.
Get with it, Dad, we need more equipment.

Great-grandpa Bill and I at his place.  Don't worry, I did take his glasses
and "clean" them off for him with my mouth.

Turns out my Dad has a Dad and he has a Mom.  Meet Barbara, the sweetest lady around.
Readers?  You have to ask? Of course I put her pretty necklace in my mouth.

I met my first Canadian!  The Hubbards had a deck party and I chatted, in
the universal infant language, about my new friend's life in Banff, Canada.

Off to a quick bite.  Butcher paper on the tables, but I don't know how to use Crayons.  Yet.

Flying and Trying to Get to Vermont

"Ahh, I'll have what he's having!"  What a drag, flight canceled, borrowed a Captain's Safety Chair for me, up to Vail and back.  This was Day #2.

Those microbrews will do the trick.  If only I were going to wake up someplace other than Detroit!

Actually, Detroit's not looking so bad.  People should just live at the airport.  

While awaiting another flight that would be cancelled, I took some Korean lessons from this beautiful man.  "O-ma! (mother), A-pah! (father).  Then it was off to the Westin Detroit Airport for the night.

I'll be honest, by day number three I was not sure I needed anything from my traveling companions.
They were looking ragged so I tried to cheer them up.  

Finally got to Vermont and the arms my Grand Care-takers.  Their weeds are
much more beautiful than my parents' weeds.

Now that's they way to live.  Private swing.  No sharing a hot, unshaded public
swing for this little jet-setter.

And SPLASH down for happy hour.  I guess this is a pool party . . . for one.

Play All Day

You mean I don't necessarily have to wear a shirt all the time when I wear pants?
Awesome.

Well, George, I'm glad you asked that.  Sheepy, any thoughts on that?

Have any of you ever tried juggling?  Wow is that hard.

Those books were right, Lady, I do like a pinwheel at this age.

Newspaper is my kryptonite.

Life's A Beach, Until You're On One

"Hey!  I found the party streamer dispenser in the Mystery Room!"

I was walking along a beach and I saw two sets of footprints in the sand . . .

Nice try, folks.  I've BEEN to the Caribbean and this is not what I saw.  Ohhh, inflatable eyes, lemme taste!
The beautiful waters of Lake Jackson beaconed on a hot July Sunday.

After months of just laying around, I've decided to sit up.
I'm not sure why I'm not SITTING UP in that cozy chair behind me. . .

Sitting up allows me to work much harder at my block game.  
I am mostly into the deconstructionist movement of architecture.

Formal wear for dinner always at Chez Manch.  I can't believe I dressed up for beets.  I was sure it was apricot night.

Now where did you say that banana-flavored puff went?  I swear I popped that one RIGHT in the ole hatch.

The Thief Was A 6 Month Old In A Red Corvette

I love the challenge of sneaking up on the tea towels.  You have to parallel park to get to 'em.

And then you tear them down with a triumphant flourish!

My turn!  I don't want to go quite that high, got it?

So tell me if you think this is weird.  I meet a gal named Delilah on a Sunday. . .

And on Monday I get my first hair cut.  Is this a coincidence?

So, I think I will have to discuss with the chef another preparation for bananas.
When she got it right they shot right to most favorite food!

I haven't figured this room out yet.  

"And so I say, 'Rectum? Damn near killed him!"

One half of my first year in the books.  I'm sitting up, I'm almost as tall as the couch cushion,
and I can walk all around in the walker.

Just by way of review. . .

Aaawwwhhh, you guys didn't have to get me anything. . . (wink)

So, it's OK that I tear this paper, just not the other papers?

O_M_G.  It's a rattle operated remote control car (he coached me to say that).

This is a red Corvette, just like Grandpa Tom's.  About a half hour after this picture I would crash into this car in my momocycle walker.  Thank goodness for plastics.