Turning Two is Terrific!

So before we packed up our bags to move yet again, I was granted the supreme opportunity to celebrate my second birthday in WY with all of my buddies. What a joyous occasion that was. Here is the quick synopsis.

Before I begin though - I want to point out that a LOT has changed in the last 12 months.

Began my birthday morning with a birthday banana. Love me some potassium.



Next up, a quick viewing of Calliou - a very strange, yet compelling, cartoon with a little kid who is completely bald (despite the fact he is 4) and talks in baby talk (again, despite the fact he is 4).
I adore it.



THEN...a PRESENT!!

It's a wane.



Finally, the day really got going with my Ah. Some. Par. Tay.



Hmmm... I'm still not sure about those noisemakers. Although everyone else seemed to love them. I guess I'll let it go.



Soooo... This picture was taken right before I informed my friend that the cake was indeed mine.

What can I say? Sometimes manners are for the birds!

Then I was forced to share with her.



After a great snack of Lightening McQueen cake, I got to demonstrate to my buds that I can ride a horse pretty much better than anyone. Well, I could if I could get my feet to reach the stirrups anyway. Don't sleep cowboys. I'm comin'.



It was just good, no great, times all the way around.

We ended the day by taking Georgie for a walk. Of course since it was getting dark outside, I had to wear my reflective belt. A bit of an overkill? Negative. One can never be too safe.



Lata.

I love waters.

I can't belive that just a year ago I thought chasing a ball around in the baby pool was fun.

Well, friends. Times have changed.



Check this out...



Please take note of my form. Not to brag, but I think we can all see that I pretty much have a gift.



HERE I COME, WATERS!!! (yes, water is always pluralized.)



And the finale.



Shocked much? Yeah. I thought so.

Well, not to blow your mind too much in one day, but I did that like a hundred times.



Dig it.

Geligucks and Warses

Soooo. We are finally enjoying consistently nice weather here! Well, that is if you can get past the multiple tornadoes we had last week. That was real fun.

Despite this, we have been living outside and it is glorious!

This is my pond. Check it. It's right out the backdoor of my new digs (yes, we moved, but are still in the Magic City on the Plains.) Little beavers live in it and I like to throw rocks right into their dam and then say "NICE!"



Since I have been out exploring nearly every minute during the day, Mom has been making sure I get a good breakfast to start the day. Here, I am enjoying wabbles and nanners (waffles and bananas).

Please note that I am sitting in a real chair. Unfortunately, due to the fact I "abused my privilege", you'll not be seeing this again anytime soon. ARGH!

Annyyhoooo...mmm...yeah...it's okay here. Gosh, I like these pockets! (Ignore bloody nose. The elevation here is killer!)

Enough with the child's play - it's time to tell about the two activities that changed my life.

First - mad props to Mom and Dad for dragging me to the mall for what I thought would be a lame display of model helicopters. I mean, that stuff is for babies... However. I was clearly wrong.

REAL GELIGUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mmmhmmm...this feels right...

[hailing geliguck]

The ambulance was a sad second to the geliguck. Good try, Mom.

Because I am emotionally maturing, I made myself look stoic despite the fact I really did not like being taken away from the geliguck. ...sigh...

After that glorious outing, I had a great surprise! My Granny came to visit!

We had such a lovely time! I showed her how I am quite adept around a farm and farm animals.

Here, I am demonstrating that on farms, cups are unnecessary. We just drink straight from the tap.

Then I taught Daddy how to feed baby goats. They were very hungry. If I were not so experienced with their kind, I might have gotten a bit freaked out. But obviously I didn't.

And. Then. Came. Brownie.

Are you seeing this!?!? ARE YOU SEEING ME RIDE THE WARSE!?!?!?!?

I was ready to go solo, but Mom would not allow it. Something about short legs?? Whatever - I could totally have handled it. Plus, Brownie and I had a connection.

Guhgurrll, Brownie. Guhgurrlll.

I did not want to leave her, but alas, all good things come to an end...

...unless you run really fast away from your parents!!!

Renewed Love

Something has been wrong lately. Something feels off... Specifically with Georgie. We just aren't connecting anymore...sigh...it hurts.



I remember when we used to rule the backyard... She would dig and hide her bone. I would promptly get her bone and play keep-away. She acted like she hated it, but I knew better...



We'd play chase around the house before bedtime. Sure, she was usually sleeping when I'd initiate playtime, but we always ended up having a great time.

I feel like she has been suffering from a general malaise. Even Puppies could not cheer her up.

It was bad.



I tried.

"HEY JORT! LOOK AT MY WACKY GLASSES!"

No response...



I played outside. It wasn't the same...

FYI - Gutters are totally lame when you're by yourself.



In a moment of weakness, I considered replacing my beloved Jort with perhaps a little duckling or goose.



But then I thought better of it...

Dad read me stories about other dogs and that was okay for a while. But still... it lacked something.

Then, one day - out of nowhere - she came back to us!

And once again... Life is good.

KDig rocks it like Uncle Rico

I think that anyone can see that my athletic prowess is far more advanced than most 1 year olds. Dig it.

On the road again...

Since the weather has been pretty chilly and windy at home, I managed to talk Mom and Dad into taking me back east to visit my Peedles and Poppy and enjoy some warmer days!

In order to prepare for the trip, I studied up on what vehicles would take us there. And all you cynics out there - Yes. I can read.



Once we got to their house, I was able to show them what living in Cowboy Country has taught me.

Giddy-up. I'm awesome.



I also showed 'em my new tat. Nothing says classic white trash like a nice tattoo and a plain white t-shirt. It's the look I'm currently going for.



So while we were there, Mom and Dad ended up leaving me alone for a few days with Peedles and Poppy.

OH the tricks I learned...

First up - car racing. Although strangely, a little boat was consistently faster than every other car and truck.



I also learned how to mow. Don't even get me started on how long it took... Nevertheless, I delivered the goods and dominated the grass.

In fact, I dared it to grow again.



Poppy taught me how to fly a geliguck on the computer.



And in turn, I taught him how to read. Quid pro quo and all...



Peedles introduced me to a magical movie called "Cars". I can't stop talking about it still. I'm like a tiny Rainman - "carscarscarscars" ALL the time! Mom loves it of course.



Uncle Stew came to see me too and we went on several walks. Of course, we had lots of good talks about this and that. It's tradition...



We also snacked on dandelions. A tad more bitter than one might expect, but I digress...



Soon it was time for Mom and Dad to come back though, so I began a vigilant watch for them...



Well, kind of vigilant.

But in my defense, I was really tired.

Happy Easter!!

Happy Easter, everyone! I hope that you all had a wonderful day celebrating the risen Lord!!



I certainly did. How? By eating more sugar this weekend than all the other days I've been alive, combined.

The Easter weekend began with a bang - an egg hunt. Naturally, that brought some delicious treats.

I used this particular hunt more as training or practice for a bigger hunt on the horizon. I quickly learned that you need to be focused and aggressive.



OH WAIT!! Are those ducks!??!

"GACK! GACK! GACK!!!"

So much for the hunt...

Finally, Easter morning arrived and this strange basket appeared... I kept hearing that it was from some giant bunny. Well, I saw that bunny in the mall and it freaked me out.

So no thank you Easter Bunny. Mom? Dad? Kindly pull me back onto the bed now.



Oh man - nothing sucks me in like a guck with buttons, lights and sirens.

I concede this year, Easter Bunny, but you'll not dupe me again.



I hate how much I love this truck.



Next up, we got ready for church... and candyfest #1.



Absolutley, I'll be quiet during church! I'm able to handle big kid rules. I mean... I am wearing a vest.



So perhaps church was a bit more of a challenge than any of us imagined. And perhaps I ate two suckers and a cup-full of jellybeans.

So as soon as we got home, Dad took me out to run off the energy with my new kite.



After taking a breather, I got myself psyched up for the real-deal egg hunt.

Game on, Mom. Hold my basket where I can put the eggs in quickly!



WAITTT!!!! Eleven jellybeans are NOT too much for my mouth!! It's bigger than it looks! IT'S BIGGER THAN IT LOOKS!!!!!



I lost that battle. But no worries - I blew off some steam by taking on the big-kid slide. Notice how much I look like a four-year-old.

Eat your heart out one-year-olds!!



Moral of this story? Candy does strange things to me.