Well Gama and Popop and Uncle Ed had to head back home. Here are a bunch of pictures of us and all the food we ate :)
C’mon Big Money! Big Money! Oh wait Mommy and Daddy won’t let me bet :(
The jockeys are getting ready to race. Please mom and dad can I please bet on them? Please? Just a few hundred dollars is all I need. “No child of mine is going to throw away my hard earned money on the ponies!” That was what Dad said.
Run horsey run! Not that I care. No. It’s not like I have any money on this race or anything. Noooo. That would just be wrong!
This photo is not blurry. When my grandpa cooks he really does move that fast.
Daddy says if gold were food, this is what it would look like. Roast beef, and about a gallon of gravy. You can’t see the two yorkshire puddings, peas, roasted potatoes, etc.
After dinner everybody is so tired from eating that they can’t move. What’s more work, cooking it, eating it, or digesting it?
It takes some fancy camerwork to get my head to cover up his head!
Okay daddy you can kiss this cheek this time.
Every month Mommy will take a picture of me next to my teddy rabbit that Uncle Ed got for me. Then you can see how much I’ve grown! This is my 1 month shot.
Oh it’s time for a picture? Okay let me get my squirm on then!
We went back to the park for a walk and some nice strangers took our picture. But we did not talk to them. Never talk to strangers! Especially in the park. Especially in the woods!
At the park there was another horse. But there was just one so there was no racing. Uncle Ed and I bet on how long until the horse “fertilized the park”. It turns out I was actually the first to go, so the challenge was thrown out.
L ook away Daddy, I’m shy.
Popop bought flowers for Mommy and Gama for Mother’s Day, wasn’t that nice?
Hey back off, I can hold my own binky! Jeez.
I think this is the activity they call “sleep” but I didn’t think I ever did that?
Gama is cuddly.
Sometimes when I have gas they put a sock full of hot microwaved rice on my stomach. What’s so funny?
Here I am delivering the punchline to my joke about a Rabbi, the Pope, and a dirty diaper. I don’t think she got it.
Daddy is like a modern day “boy with his finger in the dam”. If he pulls it out nothing will flood, but I will cry for hours. It’s up to you to decide which is worse?
