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| Just think of it as golf bag cart training. |
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| Oh, hello there. |
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| I'm sorry you had to see that. I like the Red Square. |
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| Dad got a "car seat" car? This I gotta see. |
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| Ohhhh, is this ALL aluminum, pops? |
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| I don't know what we're doing, but I'm going to slide down on the floor. |
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| You guys are hilarious, how old do you think I am? |
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| No more sitting for these pictures. |
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| I'm cruising, hanging on. . . |
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| I'm coming atcha. |
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| Stop and break it down with just the arms now. |
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| Full speed to Daddy! |
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| Folks, I'm just gettin' warmed up! |
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| Another fumble, but I'm going to recover. |
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| So I can just reach in here for puffs, Aunt Laura?!? |
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| Cousin Corbin and I livening up the Warminster Local train in Philadelphia on our way to help our Aunt and cousins through a tough time. |
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| I was just borrowing Cousin Brennan's bed, for a few hours. She noticed! |
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| October 6th 2012, Winter Strikes early. |
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| Here's that car again right in my back yard. |
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| What are we doing in this atrocious pizza place. . ? |
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| I get the sense that Dad is not looking right at me, but I can't see anything that is distracting him. |
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| My first invite to a birthday party and this guy is still hanging around. You can leave now, Dad, leave! |
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| This grass is unbelievable! How 'bout less money on water, more on my college fund? |
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| What a nice place to sit on a summer's eve. |
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| Dad and I checked out an E-Type Jaguar just before we bought a 2004 Jaguar XJR |
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| Boy howdy, it smells in here. |
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| What-the-heck-is-that? |
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| Lotta action near the feed cup . . . |
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| Some of the action was me eating the feed. You can see the evidence on my onsie. Dad had to fish a few pellets out of my gullet 'cause I could not chew up the animal chow. |
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| Nothing washes down incidental animal feed pellets like one's first pickle. |
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| OK, just let me mow it then. . . |
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| So you just stick your arms out to the side and stay kinda stiff like? (My first standing up at 8 months and 1 week.) |
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| This is an actual picture of my first solo steps on the planet. Trip #1: From Dad's lap to Mommies arms! |
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| Dad was pretty excited about these two Italian cars. Big deal, 400+ hp mid engine V8 wail in the Beaver Creek Village? Oh, that actually was awesome. |
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| The life of a DJ is not as glamorous as you might think. A lot of mornings working on the tables to get it right. |
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| Ah, ah, ah! I got this! You just take this silver thing, push into the mushy stuff, and feed yourself. OK, I'm gonna need some coffee. |
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| Diane takes care of me every day, and then shares an apple with me each afternoon. |
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| Turn that thing off, I got apple drippings on my chin. |
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| Take that! |
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| You are right, time to lower the mattress, daddio. |
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| So it's been awhile since I posted. I was a replacement referee (don't ask) and then I prepped Romney for his Presidential debates. I think you can agree my second endeavour bore fruit. |
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| I was a little shocked this many people lived nearby. The first play I saw was a FORT MORGAN opening kickoff return for a touchdown (?) versus the Brush Beetdiggers. Easy game. |
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| State Farm Auto for all your needs. I could use a little more runnin' room, Kelly. |
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| In the Bob stroller for a walk, under the canopy, wearing a sun hat, and sunscreen. Check. |
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| Well, that was fast. |
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| First thing in the morning, you gotta play while the blocks are cool. |
