Yoga Baby

Abigail holds the sidways-facing-dog position.

The Great Ohio'an Adventure

This past weekend we made the trip to the lake house per the invitation of Kate and Ryan.

We loaded up the jalopy like a tibetan sherpa and updated our passports with an Ohio stamp. Friday morning we piloted our motorcoach South by Southeast.

Day 1:

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We didn't have too many miles under our belts before we encountered some wildlife of interest. I have a habit of photographing outstanding mullet haircuts. So when we stood in line at McDonalds for coffee behind this stunning specimen I completely gave in to temptation and snapped this nice candid.

Then it was back onto the highway. We made it to the lake house where some introductions were in order (Abigail's first meeting with some native Ohio'ans)

Then it was time to eat some lunch and play trucks.

Day 2:

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Samuel starts off the day by brewing a pot of java for the fam.

Our bellies were filled to carrying capacity with breakfast so we figured the best thing to do was to spit in the face of sea sickness and go for a boat ride.

A trained goose made a great babysitter while Abigail took a nap.

The afternoon was consumed with working on the tan and looking at the boats.

Day 3:

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The water was calm for skiing in the morning.

Samuel took the jet-ski out for a cruise and encountered a piece of Marblehead, OH history. The smallest lighthouse in the universe. This is not trick photography this microscopic beacon of saftey is roughly 6 inches taller than Samuel. A boat captain needs the vision of an eagle to avoid this landmass.




















This concludes our adventure. The remainder of the day was occupied with the journey home. No photos or commentary will accompany this event as it was filled to overflowing with cranky tired children. We are currently praying that our memories of the return trip will be obliterated completely.

Abi-giggle and Samuel sings.

Click here for video of Abigail giggling.

Click here to see video of the cool stylings of Sammy J.

The Mad Scientist's Experiment

While exploring this morning Samuel came across the box which stores the breast-pump equipment.

After a quick study of the equipment he decided to run some tests.







The hypothesis: Can you milk anything with nipples?


The patient: A rare specimen. The North American Canis Lactamus(Scientific name for the common stuffed, milk producing dog. )








Results of the testing did not support the hypothesis. No further experimentation has yet been scheduled.


Spared and well,
Samuel.

Evidence

Proof: Samuel has been still at least once in recorded history.

Caricatures Part 2

The Easy Rider.

Caricatures part 1

The resemblance is almost uncanny.

WILDlife.

For those of you who didn't hear the story of the time Samuel and I were nearly trampled by a deranged deer I will do my best to recount the story. The therapist tells me its good to talk it out. Here goes...



There we were minding our own business, playing trucks-n-stuff. All of the sudden with no warning whatsoever I heard a thumping noise from behind us. When I turned to see what it was I was oddly not overwrought about the feral beast. Instead I sat there, eyes wide saying to Samuel "Samuel look, a deer!", to which he responded "deeeer", and matter-of-factly returned his attention to the trucks.



You can never turn your backs on these wild creatures. If ever the day comes when they sprout opposable thumbs we better expand the hunting seasons for the sake of home protection.

Peace, AJV.

For a rainy day

Gramps had a good idea for this toy-box which will allow me to play trucks on nearly a 24 hour basis, subtracting time for the essentials like food, water, elimination of the aforementioned and minimal sleep.

I am not as dangerous with the powertools as dad thought I could be.

Fill box 1/4 full with corn and you have yourself the only corn-box in your neighborhood.

After a few "big digger" test runs to account for any leaks or creaks we should be ready for some more serious earth moving.

So if you are ever stuck inside on a rainy day feel free to stop by. I will be happy to share my sand..er...corn box with ya. Just don't hog the digger.

Spared and well,

Samuel.

Helping out

Samuel had an opening in his schedule to help feed Abigail.

He was obliged for the hand-eye coordination training, and Abigail was appreciative for the nutrients.

As you can see by this photo My (Andy) children have none of my genes for anything external.

I am convinced they must have my gall bladder or possibly my pancreas. Something on the inside anyway.

Peace, AJV.