HAPPY NEW YEAR!

May I offer you a rose? Welcome to 2008! It will usher in my second year of life, fun and cookies.

Anyway, I hope your 2008 is as cheerful as a yellow rose (before it gets mangled, that is).


I want to show it to you! Look...


I'll take a deep sniff. Gee, it sure does smell terrific!


Your turn to smell. Don't look at me like that! Just smell!


I'll just drop it into this pot.


I'll just move some pots piled on the side to on top of the one with the flower in it. Perfect!


Yep, got all the pots from that side.


Hey, who smooshed my rose?


That stem is really holding the flower back. I'll remove it with my new magic wand.


See, it's just the stem. No flower on top. Where did the flower go?


Found it!


Holy smokes, Batman!


I lay thee yellow rose in your final resting place. You lived a good life. Thanks for the fun afternoon.


The sun will be setting soon and I must ride off into the sunset.


But, I'll sneak in a few hugs with Mom first. She's a pretty OK Mom.





Now for my manly photo shoot. I got the matchbox car track I have been drooling over lately. Dad and I immediately got to the races. I am very good at lining up the cars and releasing the button. I'm working on saying "Gentlemen, start your engines."






This is really the most fun a boy can have!






Stop by again soon so we can race matchbox cars. I'm Mario Andretti on this track!

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Christmas 2007

When I awoke on Christmas morning, I found a shiny new red radio flyer wagon under the tree just for me! How did Santa know I wanted one?




Matchbox cars for Christmas too. You people really know what I like!


Here Dad and I are taking a break from the present opening to have some croissant.




After everyone was done opening gifts, Dad and I went outside to test out my new ride. (Note that Dad didn't keep an eye out for "land mines." My wagon got its first wash on Christmas too.)




I continue to eat and eat and eat. These days, I am in love with butternut squash and beans. I continue to expand my repertoire. Mom continues to make "out there" food for me to try. I'm a good sport about it.

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Opa's Trains

I am the luckiest kid in the whole wide world! My Opa has a whole room full of trains and train-tracks! I could spend hours and hours playing with the trains. Actually, I did spend hours and hours playing trains (thanks to Opa and Mikey). I kinda refused to leave the room and had little temper tantrums every time the trains "went to sleep." (Forget the terrible 2s, here come the terrible 1s.) But really I'm a good boy, I just love the trains so very much!


Three levels of tracks. Lots of different track sizes. Tons of engines and train cars. Pure heaven!





Uncle Mikey showed me the controls. I paid close attention. Within no time, I was the Chief Conductor.




Hey, wait a minute! This is a boy sanctuary! Who said Oma could come into the train room?


I let Oma stay because she's cool, she has great toys and because I love her so very much. See Opa, Oma does like the train room!

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