Grown Man Jammies

In effort to encourage my climbing skills mom and dad bought me some grown man jammies. No, snaps or footies for me. If you are wondering, that is the carniverous t-rex pictured on the front. I have 4 teeth growing in and will probably be shaving in the next month I needed something I little more manly to sleep in.

Hey! Check out my man pants.

Dad, Mom, Chompers and I decided if you can't beat join them. We broke down and took the dog to a cafe with us. Apparently, it is socially acceptable to take your dog to Target. Mom put her foot down on that one.

Hey you! Come visit us in Washington. The scenery is beautiful! This is just 10 exits from our house.

Shrimp and Kipper

My parents graciously signed me up for a YMCA swim class called Shrimp and Kipper. I am using this training opportunity to improve my stroke for London 2012. Watch out Michael Phelps. Ok, so I'm still getting the hang of the whole splashing thing but give me a couple more weeks. I might actually put my face in voluntarily. My dad and I have been tackling the 6-24 month swim class together. Apparently, this was not offered at Ranger school. Dad's doing ok with splashing but sucks at the hello and goodbye song. We are planning to get matching tattoos before he leaves. The one pictured below says "Will is the cutest, smartest, and wittiest child I will ever have" in japanese.




Come on Dad sing the hello song....loud and proud.


This isn't the closest toilet?

No daddy, I am not ready to swim with a rifle.

I see bubbles, someone must be relaxed.

A New Ocean

A week ago daddy took mommy and I to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time. We just moved to Olympia, WA which sits on the Puget Sound. Technically this is the same water as the Pacific Ocean but mommy nagged daddy until he took us to the actual ocean shore. Its about 40 miles from our house. I was quite impressed with how big the waves were compared to the Atlantic Ocean where we lived in VA. I was greatly disappointed when I was unable to see Sea Lions or whales. My daddy promised me some. I'll just add it to my list of reasons I need counseling as an adult.


Daddy and I admiring the ocean. (Daddy admiring the ocean...me cold, wet, angry)


Seriously, cold, wet, angry.

My thoughts on Easter

Slowly but surely I am catching you up on what's going on. We've made it to my first Easter. As many of you know we moved into our new house the week of Easter which made it slightly complicated for an adult size bunny to come in and leave a basket. Seriously, are my parents trying to permanently scar me with tales of old men sliding down chimneys and giant bunnies coming in the house at the dark of night? Because my mom is WAY behind she was not able to find me a faux suit for Easter. I went with an ensemble that resembled daddy's.




My bunny bib from Patti. I was so excited about Easter. I mean crap they wouldn't even let me eat eggs.


Daddy and I ready to tee off....oops I mean attend church.



I thought I could continue leaving the basket out and other animals might fill it up. Unfortunately in our house you have to be careful what you wish for.

My mom got ripped off by the whole Baby Einstein fad. I wish she'd just given me the $20.

My First Haircut

In March my mom was stopped at the gym and asked when she was going to put bows in my hair. Sadly, this was probably the 1,000th time I was mistaken for a girl. Apparently, no amount of blue and camoflague clothing guarantees the sanctity of your masculinity. After much debate my parents decided to go forward with my first haircut. Mommy thought no better place than Mrs. Marie Russom to do the job. Mrs. Russom's salon is not only gifted at her craft but she is also the epicenter of Fayette County gossip. She's been a friend to mommy's family since before mommy existed and has cut mommy's hair and my nana's hair. Here are the before and after shots!





Mrs. Russom gave me my new favorite toy.....a caterpillar.


Seriously, mommy needs to be next in line for a haircut. Try some bangs or something mommy.



Goodbye little baby curls.

Hello stud muffin.

Tell the ladies to watch out!

Cousin Visits

While visiting Atlanta I got to spend some quality time with my east coast cousins. This included some hibachi style dining for Kaitlyn's 11th birthday and a skull crushing good time with Alex and Sabrina. I'm looking forward to a trip to Phoenix in May to meet the west coast cousins.




Allyson and I enjoying the hibachi dining experience. Did you know they serve prunes?


Kaitlyn and I sharing some ice cream. Just and FYI, I did get a hair cut and will blog about it at a later date.



A visit to Uncle Joe's can only mean 1 thing....head injury. Thankfully it wasn't mine.

Big grins for cousin Alex!

Moving Day

With all the stress of the move, eating solids and growing a new tooth, I've really fallen behind on my blogging and for that I sincerely apologize. For all of you counting I am 1 week away from hitting the 8 month milestone. I am talking up a storm these days. I like to talk to my monkey as I fall asleep. We usually discuss general short comings of my parents.
On March 20th we officially departed Ft. Eustis, VA. Although we were only there a short 6 months we met a lot of really nice people. Our first obstacle was traveling from VA with Max, Helen of Troy, Lunchbox, Chompers, Daddy, Mommy, and I. We did it in one long day. I decided to test mommy's intestinal strength by crying the last 2 hours of our journey. Chompers tested daddy by not using the bathroom for 14 hours. Uncle Bill and Aunt Debbie were kind enough to host us for the weekend but happily waved us off Monday morning. Daddy gave Aunt Debbie the shingles. I looked it up on webmd and made a trip to the local pediatrician to make sure I didn't have a shingle. Thankfully I was declared all clear.
Daddy took a five day sight seeing trip with Max, Lunchbox, Helen of Troy and Chompers to keep him company. I gave Lunchbox a c-note to meow from Peachtree City, GA to Olympia, WA....mission complete. By the way if daddy offers anyone a ride in the jeep, say no, it smells like a barn after that road trip.
Meanwhile mommy and I enjoyed a week at Grandpa's house. We then shipped Harry the Toyota Highlander with the Russian mafia. Uncle Bill helped arrange that meeting. We took the civilized route to Washington and arrived via airplane April 1, 2009. Thank you Southwest. We closed on my new house April 3rd and parents are trying to unpack.....still. Can they be any slower? Here are photos from the move!




I tried to go with the movers. Riding in a box cross country is more desirable than a trip with my parents.............seriously, are we there yet?



Due to weight restrictions they wouldn't let me go on the truck.



Bon Voyage Daddy. Goodluck and godspeed with the animals. (Surprisingly, all 5 of them made it safely to Washington.)

Max ready for the trip. Helen and Lunchbox are not pictured since they rode 3000 miles in the litter box.

Navigator. Did someone eat the map????