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.

First year - DOWN!!!

As expected, my first year of life was nothing short of perfect. Sure, it was hectic and I was forced to live the life of a nomad for about the first 10 months of it, but all in all, I am chalking it up as a success. My parents are as well in that they are measuring this accomplishment by the fact they kept me alive and healthy for 365 days - not exactly reaching for the stars, eh?

My birthday week was superb. My Peedles and Poppy came to stay with me and we had a grand time doing lots of fun stuff.

I beat Peedles in a swinging competition. She doesn't know how to pump her legs, so my victory was easily gotten.

Going down a slide sitting down is for sissies!! A real boy runs down them.

We all went hiking in the mountains. And for the 1000th time, our family photo was a disaster.

Then after spending a week galavanting around, my actual birthday arrived. I began the day by helping mom assemble my shiny new coupe. She kept trying to throw other things in my path to distract me from lending a hand, but I was not to be deterred.

For her hard work, I rewarded her with a hug.

The result - a new set of wheels. Walking is also for sissies.

Then came my party. Fiesta anyone?

I had never had a cake before my birthday. The memory of that sweet, sweet icing still brings me a smile...

Hooray! Cake!

...mm..mmmm...chomp...chomp...

If you just give me a minute, I can just clean the plate for you...

Then came the time to open presents.

I'm so excit - OH WAIT! BUBBLES!!!! (I was later informed that I missed the opening of every single present due to my fascination with shiny, floating bubbles. Oops - my bad.)

It is hard to believe that in year, I have gone from this to...

...this.



I love you all and hope that you have enjoyed watching me grow this past year!!

Summer in Cheyenne

What one word wraps up what Wyoming is like in the summer?

Diverse.

Below is a smattering of pictures - ALL taken within the last seven days. It doesn't seem right... but I suppose that on the bright side, you get to wake up to a big surprise every morning. Will it be freezing today? Or will it be hot?! Only time will tell...

Anyway- onto the latest.

My newest favorite activity - emptying the drawer of pot lids. I like to take each one for a drive around the house and then either leave them where I hit a roadblock or possibly throw it across the floor.



When I'm not driving lids, I like to drive my push cart.

Hmmm...things I don't like? Having my picture taken while I'm out for a spin.



Today, mom and Miss Mary took me to the "beach". Yes, that's right, haters - there is a beach in Cheyenne. It is attached to a tiny little lake that is quite captivating.



It took me a minute to get my bearings, but once I did...



It's very simple. I rule.



**Please excuse the WT diaper. My actual dip in the lake was a bit unexpected. It was this or commando.

Oops - they missed a drawer!

Only 7:30 a.m. but I have been very busy this morning. I managed to break into "Georgie's drawer" and dole out ALL of her treats to her.


She was thrilled until Mom realized what was going on. Now she is very sad.

I tried, my friend. I tried.

Just your average Saturday

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any better than a meal of frozen peas, my parents surprised me - we were going to Vedauwoo for our after-dinner-walk!



I threw my jacket on and jumped in my seat.



About 20 minutes later... we were cruisin' on the trails.

Daddy (well more Georgie) led the way.



The rocks remind Mommy of a hippo's skin. They look like they are soft and wrinkly instead of jagged. (Dad is hiding in the bottom of the pic.)



While my love for nature is great and obviously I did enjoy the scenery, the little gator on the back of Mom's hat provided great entertainment. Alas, after great effort, I could not remove it.

Georgie and I took a break. She tried to push me over.

Well, guess who won that battle.

I rule.

Rain, Rain, Go Away...

The weather here in Cheyenne apparently peaked a little too soon this spring. After my enchanting day at the pool, things quickly went downhill and we have been having lots of indoor days. It's been just super. Really.

So anyway, this rainy season has forced me to become creative with how I spend my days. Below is an average snapshot...

Wake up and survey the property with Georgie. If I spot anything amiss, I order her to attend to it. (NOTE: She is under my chain of command.)



Later, I climb as high as possible on anything that offers footing so that I may perch on top of it and assess my surroundings. Helps me get a game plan for what to cruise by in the afternoon.



Then I am subjected to "dress up time". Do I look like I am even remotely enjoying myself? (Although between you and me, it was very squishy and fun to roll around in).



After all of this comes my favorite time of the day - spending time in my indoor pool. Don't hate.



Then my day usually draws to a close with me jumping around on top of Daddy and acting as un-tired as I possibly can - no matter how red my eyes may be or how many times I may rub them.



And thus concludes a day inside my house. I'm ready for sun.

Membership Required...

My pool opened up this weekend and it was splendid!


While Dad made sure the pool was an acceptable temperature to my liking, Mom made sure my fauxhawk was lookin' sharp.


Check.



I absolutely refuse to crawl on concrete. While it requires far more effort, I exclusively use my feet and hands. No knees.



(squeals of glee)



C'mon in, Georgie! The water's fine!





Mmm'kay. I'm done.