red, bulbous pentapuss

my god, i'd love to get this thing in my mouth., but i just can't get it any closer.



daddy calls it a pentapuss. apparently, its very similar to an octopuss, but its missing 3 legs. i don't quite understand. he grabs it from me and dances around singing "pentapuss, pentapuss, pentapuss!" it makes a baby want to scream! even i know the difference between a fictional creature and a toy. moron.

my new toy

for the past few days, my mommy (the one that's mid-goofy face in the pic below) and daddy have been putting me in a new contraption. it has cool things on it that i'd love to play with, but since my feet don't reach the bottom of this thing, i don't have the capacity to reach out. i'm just a little weirded out by getting a diaper wedgie by sitting in some basket.

ha ha ha ha ha.....

after lulling my parents into a false sense of security by sleeping through the night for about a month straight, i pulled the rug out from beneath them the last three nights by reminding them THAT I'M A BABY. i find that i really like talking to myself around 2am or so. apparently, i can get really loud....loud enough for them to come feed me at least! i'm awesome.

you'd cry too

if you woke up to this.



i like the beethoven one much better. for me, bach lacks the energy and complex sound structure that ludwig brought to his writing. or, at least, that's this baby's opinion.

oh, and that woman that created these videos features her kids too much in this one. give me more dinosaur puppets and spinning tops, dammit.

my parents are drunks

what a great time for a baby. my parents took me to the harrisburg brewers fest yesterday (saturday). i'm surprised i even got in. i don't think i was allowed, but daddy dropped a name and got us in. apparently, he helped the organizers do a bunch of work for this, so when he was starting to get turned away, he had them call his client, who allowed us in.

i don't blame the ticket-takers for not wanting us to come in. what kind of irresponsible parents take their kid out to a day of drinking? come on!


daddy (left) and his co-worker, kristina

dammit if i don't love these guys....

what a view!

after daddy got home from work, we took a family walk. what a great evening for it. too bad i can't see shit. don't get me wrong, i love my moms, but i want to see the trees, the kids acting all bad-ass dunking on a 5' tall basketball hoop, wave to the neighbors and all i get to see is the sky and my folks. come on!

what a great idea

so on the way to daycare this morning, dad was telling me all about blogging. apparently, he was thinking about putting a post on his site about changing mommy's tire this morning. anyways - it dawned on me....what better way to finally be able to communicate with those faces that i see from time to time. i sure as hell don't understand them. and although they try to speak my language, its complete gibberish. they'd don't know their goo's from their gaa's. imbeciles.