Bedtime? Negative.

Heyyyyy... Who's got two fingers and isn't going to bed?

THIS GUY!!!

As I mature, I am finding that rules and "boundaries" about things like bedtime, eating, and sitting in a carseat are maybe a little dated. Sure, I probably needed them when I was a baby, but come on folks - times are changing.

hmmm...what's that, mom? Bedtime? Oh I'm sorry...that actually doesn't work for me right now.

Yep - you heard me. I also don't do carseats anymore.

Hey, George - Did you hear? I'm a free man... No rules, just Diggy callin' the shots.

Shirts are for sissies.

Mom and Dad seem to be balking at my decree of no rules.

While they may have been able to wrestle me into my jammies, I'm not concerned. I've found that due to their stretchy forgiving nature, jammies actually can be more conducive to climbing, jumping and running than my regular playclothes.

Hellooooo down there...

WOOOO-HOOOOOOO!!!! I'm not tired at all!!!

Still going strong, playing with my BFF!

Oh no... things are slowing down... pillow feels so soft and comfy...



Okay, okay. This isn't so bad. I'm relaxed, I have Puppy...

oooh... the backrub is nice too.

Oh shoot. I'm done. I can't resist Puppy!

Perhaps tomorrow, my resolve will be stronger. Till then...zz..z..z...zzzz...

Busy bee...

Welcome back.

I hope you've been well. I certainly have - what with me learning how to climb (yes, I'm still pursuing this fad) plus my Granny came to visit.

We had a great time - we climbed in trees, went on long walks...AND...she took me to my first (but certainly not last) Bluegrass festival.

What can I say? It was riveting. I had previously been under the impression that music was made inside a tiny electronic device called a radio. What a revelation this was!

Anyhoo... as of late, I figured out that all of the vent covers in the house are removable. I've been using the vents as my special hiding place. It's simple. I put stuff in and then stealthily cover it up.

I have also developed a deep love for carrying flatware around...well, at least when I can get away with it.

I'm so fast! You can't catch me!

In addition to the flatware, I have discovered and am fascinated with forts. While Dad made this one, I have been known to throw a makeshift one together with throw pillows. It's great fun! Georgie thinks so too since she isn't technically allowed to "play" (or really even touch) the pillows.

In other news...I got some new shoes.

OH! I almost forgot. SOOOO... the other day, I decided to amaze Mom with a little trick she didn't know I had up my sleeve.

SURPRISE!!! (although she wasn't as happy as I had originally anticipated.)

And what's this? A stove? Who cares if Mom keeps yelling "hot" in a scary mommy voice and dragging me away? I will not be deterred. I will conquer it like I did the island.

Hmmm...possible negotiation? I won't climb on the stove if I don't have to get my hair cut EVER AGAIN.

Well, fall is starting to set in and we are having to dress accordingly. About 2 minutes after I realized that hat was on my head, I immediately quit swiffering and threw myself onto the ground until it came off. I strongly dislike headgear.

It's time for me to go. Georgia and I wish you well. (picture taken during one of our morning coffee and chat sessions)

New skills

So, I woke up a few mornings ago and decided that I needed to acquire a new skill. I had been to the zoo recently, so I decided to pick climbing. Those monkeys are just fantastic!

I started small... first the couch.



Then I moved on to my booster seat... While a tad more strenuous, it posed no real problem.



Then out of nowhere - HI MOM!!!



And for my finale... I had big plans.

There was a small snag in the beginning. Apparently my legs actually aren't long enough to climb like this. Who knew?



but then... taaaa-DAAAA!!!



In addition to climbing on chairs and tables, I have also mastered the stairs - albeit not surprisingly as I believe we've established my mad climing skillz. I pretty much love to hang out on the landing with Georgie. We yell at everything outside.

Basketball is proving to be more of a challenge... Daddy is pretty good help, but this whole "I'm only about 2 1/2 feet tall" thing is a hinderance.

And in other news... I have been getting ready for football season and trying to show my gator-love as much as possible.

I have also been cramming in as much outdoor summer activities as possible since the Cheyenne winters seem to come a lot earlier than they do back east.

The bubble sprinkler seems a bit childish, but Daddy really seems to like it, so I try to hold his hand and run him through it. You should hear him belly-laugh at the bubbles too. Just loves 'em.

You hold no power over me, Bubble Sprinkler!

Crap - how am I supposed to resist your fun trickles of water and pretty bubbles?

I'll be back soon to update you on yet another skill I have mastered. Peace out.

In due time...

I had the craziest dream last night -



Victory was sweet.

More Summer Lovin'

I've been kickin' it for the past month - wild west style. Frontier Days was nails.


My folks took me to an air show where we got to see the Air Force Thunderbirds do their thing. Since they practiced right over my house for the previous two days, I focused my attention on showing everyone my growing teeth.

mmm...that actually is still kind of cool.

We also went to watch the rodeo. It was okay, not great - kinda boring for me. I mean can I touch the horse? No. Can I ride the horse? No.

LAME.

Now what was great? All of the special treats lying on the ground around the bleacher seats. I ended up spending more time than I would have preferred in Mom's arms. She kept taking my little found treasures and giving me crackers. Dirty hot tamales are so much better.

While I may not have had the opportunity to ride a rodeo horse, a steed of another kind came to visit my house - my great uncle Pat's motorcycle.

Something is wrong here...

That's better. While I do have a bit of trouble keeping the bike upright, I feel confident that by next year I'll be hitting Sturgis.

After some rides, Uncle Pat & Aunt Sherry took us all to Estes Park for a realxing long weekend.

About 2 minutes after arriving, we saw a fox right outside our door. Instead of doing something cool, it just popped a squat and peed. Needless to say, while the trip may have piqued a little too soon, this was the best thing we saw all weekend.

Here we are on top of the tallest peak in Rocky Mountain National Park. The sun was slightly bright, hence everyone looking like 1 day old puppies - except me. Perfect eyesight.

Not surprisingly, I dominated the mountain.

Goodbye for now!

The west is gettin' wild!

Hello again.



I realize it's been a while, but I have been busy getting ready. Ready for what? Well, that would be the world's largest rodeo hosted here in Cheyenne! It's significant for many reasons, but most notably - it's the one week a year the population here gets above 17. Big stuff.

I've been preparing in a multitude of ways...

Riding my bronc (also known as "euro zebra" due to the crazy euro-disco music it plays.) I love it - even when I get bucked off which is often.



Going for wagon rides. Look funny to you? Well, that's how I roll.



And most importantly, welcoming over 500 head of cattle to our lovely town.


...crickets...chirp...chirp...





And five minutes later - a veritable stampede. And yes, that is on one of the main roads in town.

C'monc'monc'mon... one of you break free! Break FREE!!!

Hmmm...disappointing. Apparently there isn't an independent thinker in the bunch.

And in other news... I'm finally growing my second tooth. It'll be the top match to the one on the bottom. The bottom one will still be my favorite though.

I'm out.