A Swingin Good Time (No, Not That Kind!)

I'm at the park by Grandma and
Grandma's house. I started going
really recently to test out my mad
swinging skills. Now that I can hurl
myself right out of the baby swing,
it's been retired to the yard, where
it's awaiting boxing. My momma's
pretty broken up over it (she has
this neurotic thing about me growing
up that's pretty annoying), but this
is cheering her up. Sometimes.

Hot Hot Hot

It's my new favorite word, and going after things that are is also a fun new pursuit.

When I can, I con Grandma out of coffee (and, weird as it is, the woman who won't give me anything but fish and vegetables actually GIVES it to me. Good stuff. )

I digress. Anyway. I like fire, and hot cups, and I go gangbusters for Starbucks cups. Who knew?

Rebirth of the Blog. Really.

And to commemorate this momentous occasion, take a look at Yogurtfest 2008:

It was rather unsuccessful. No matter how much I like to eat, I can't get figure out how to do it. Pick up a cheerio and put it in my mouth? Nope. Get a spoon near my mouth? Nope. You'll learn about my other talents later, but . . . this isn't one of them.