My Sick Monkey Halloween

This title may seem confusing, but all of these things were true. Now unfortunately, I'm still sick, but Halloween is over and I'm not wearing my monkey costume any more. How come it seems it's always the bad things that linger on? I did look very cute in my monkey costume, if you could get past my sick looking eyes and the voluminous amount of snot that perpetually ran down my nose. The cousins invited me to the party that they were going to in their neighborhood. I managed to enjoy even if I didn't feel tops, hope nobody else got sick from me.

My Second Wedding

My first wedding actually occurred a year and a half ago. My second wedding took place a couple of weekends ago. I would like to say, that if it wasn't for me, Kim and Richie might never have gotten married. For those that don't know, M&D had a roommate (long story) that lived with them until about 2 years ago. He showed no signs of moving out, so Mommy told him that she was pregnant with me, and that he had to go. Moving out made him commit to Kim and led to this. They must realize this, and I was invited to the wedding. I dressed up pretty, and M&D got spiffed up too. We had a beautiful day over at Maymont. Thanks Kim and Uncle Richie, hope you had a good honeymoon.

My Gathering

Daddy tells me this title has a Highlander type of flavor to it. I have absolutely no idea what he is talking about. I'm just trying to write about my friends Josie and Riley who came for dinner the other night. This is a couple of a pictures of us sitting around the dining room table and enjoying a lovely supper. Their Mommy Abby Lynn brought them over to commune with me, but their Daddy Erik was supposedly on the sauce on a bachelor party weekend, whatever that means.

My Punk Phase

Daddy has told me all about growing up in the 80's. Seems like a weird time, but as they say, everything old is new again. I just wanted to do a quick post showcasing a couple of my Madonna and Cyndi Lauper-esque poses. In these frames, I'm both breakdancing, and I have a spike in my hair. Ah my salad days.

My Little Teapot

I know it's a little dark, but it seems that all of my recent pictures are being snapped with Daddy's nifty new iPhone (which I'm not allowed to touch). There's no flash with it, so unless you're in direct light, things are a little dim. Anyway, this is me showcasing my newest toy. Mommy told me the other day that if I was good for her errands, she would buy me a teapot at Tarjeh. It sings, it counts, it makes pouring noises, and all done in a delightful British upper-crust accent. Would you like some more (now say again in your head with a QE II accent)?

My Jutson

You may think that this is a typo post about my cousin Judson, and you would kinda be correct in that assessment. Mommy has finally given me free reign to do this post, it's a long time in coming. You may remember that my cousin JuDson was born in July. About that time, an interesting discourse erupted in our household. M&D were back and forth on my impending cousin's name spelling. Mommy said it was JuTson, and that they were going to call him Jutty, and Daddy said that was idiotic and they were calling him Judson after his grandfather. Not to be told she was wrong, Mommy ordered a very cute LL Bean towel in her perceived name, and then was forced to tell Aunt Brooke it was on backorder once she realized her error. Mommy ordered the correct spelling, and now I have my very own JuTson towel, with ears. As you can tell, I love it!

My Ayla Week

This maybe a multiple posting. I came away with a lot of pictures and would like to show case a few of them. I'll start from the beginning. My regular readers may remember that we flew out to Cincinnati in April to go visit the Rhoadses and their relatively new baby Ayla. Well, they returned the favor and flew her to spend almost a week at the beach with us. Most of these pictures were centered around the disasterous first night bath that Daddy and Dan tried to give to Ayla and me in the big tub. Long story short, Daddy turned on the jets in the tubby when water didn't cover them and it caused quite a ruckus. I look happy here, but lets just say that I forgave Daddy quicker than Ayla did.

Enough for now, my typing fingers are worn, more pics and stories to come from the week...