Let me catch you up on everything that's been going on with me. Strap on your seatbelts -- it's going to go fast...

June 2010

Here's me photo-bombing my BFBubbles while she makes a bomb of her own.  

I believe this was taken at my first dentist appointment.  That, or I was participating in a World's Strongest Pre-schooler Competition in which I was preparing to pull a 50 ton trailer with my mouth. (I'm pretty sure it was the dentist because I remember getting a free light-up toothbrush on the way out.)

Have you ever seen two people more blissfully unaware of the ensuing apocalypse? 

It may take you a while, but if you read this carefully you can see this is a father's day card to my dad and all of my grandpas.  Yes, it was my idea... and yes, I am that ridiculously adorable. 

July 2010

Several times a week my mom and I walk by Wrigley Field.  When we do I like to yell out "HI WIGGWEY FIELD!" AND "HEWWO HEWWY CAWEY!" and "GO CUBBEEEZ!"  Sometimes I even do it on a game day!  

Adorable child building a sand castle, or future evil genius preparing for world domination?  You tell me. 

Wrigley Field, family day. 

We watched a minor league game, which was fun enough.  But after that, I got to run the bases... at Wrigley Field... for the second time in my life.  How cool is that?  There are a lot of Cubs players who don't even get that chance!

You may think I look tired, and that would be understandable considering this was taken at 10:00 pm.  I prefer to think that I am thoughtful and reflective in this picture.

In this picture I'm just tired.

Eat your heart out Bev Hills.  I take my pool hours at Chez Baby Sasha's Grandparents. 

For July 4th we went to the "Hot Air Balloon" festival in Lisle, Illinois -- about an hour outside of Chicago.  It was a lovely time, except for the fact that there were no hot air balloons.  They'd been grounded on account of the high winds.  

Here's me checking the windspeed:

Luckily the high winds did not harshly affect the children's crafts tent, and I was able to create this painted masterpiece: a psychedelic fairy.  (For the appropriate effect you may need to tilt your head 90 degrees to the right.  And then go eat some mushrooms.)

Dottie and I enjoy a good (backyard) schvitz.  

Okay, this is big news.  Dorothy and I went to a farm.  A real farm, not some low-rent manure-smelling Disneyland with crappy rides and shellshocked ponies being sat on by spoiled brats. This was the real deal.

Here I am holding a chicken which, to my knowledge, is still living among us.  

   

 Here's me petting a goat whose name is Eloise.  Yes, Eloise.

And here, by god, is me milking a goat. (I don't believe it was Eloise as she seemed to me to be a little too reserved for that, especially considering we'd just met.)