Pretend pistols at 10 paces

Virg is just starting to walk. It was last Wednesday when he stood on his own two feet and took a couple of steps towards the object of his desire. No, it wasn't Mommy or Daddy, it was a ukulele. How cool is that!! But apparently our cat Olive doesn't think we should be so impressed with Virg. I mean, she can move from point A to point B just as well without walking on two legs. Does Virg think that moving around on all fours is too good for him? He thinks he's got to be better than the cat? While we were all outside the other day, Olive gave Virg the feline equivalent of a white glove slap to the face: a tail swish to the head. The duel was on! But Virg couldn't quite walk a full 10 paces, and Olive got distracted by a moth. So I guess it was a draw.

Daddy, I think Olive just wants a pet, not a duel.

Story time with the Elder

Story time with Daddy is OK. Virg does a good job of putting up with Daddy's interpretations and hidden meanings in the sub-text. But Grandpa has information that Virg can build on. When Grandpa reads a book to Virg, he gets useful information. Like "These are eyes. You have eyes too." and "These are hands. You have hands and fingers too." That makes a lot more sense than when Daddy reads the same book and says things like "These eyes represent the oppressive underground corporate machine that is always watching you. Be careful my son."

This book is so much less stressful when you read it, Grandpa.

Wazz Up!!!

There are a lot of people in the world that make you say "Now, that's a party person." But there are only a select few that make you say "Wow, there is a person who I want to party with all the time!" It is very apparent now that Virg has a style all his own, and he doesn't let the current trends and fashions hinder his inner party animal. To call Virg a free spirit is like calling the ocean a little damp. Just throw on some rocking unsigned artist like 'Dandelion Junk Queens', 'Jonathan Coulton', 'Pomplamoose', or 'Huxley Vertical Cabaret Nouveau' and watch Virg cut up the dance floor. Kinda like Ren McCormack. Hey! You know he was cool, so don't pretend like he wasn't.

I party so hard I blow my own socks off!!

The fruits of our labor.

Global warming, economic depression, political unrest and a world in turmoil. Bring it on! We've got a garden, and it's providing us with a bumper crop this season. Just look at what we have to show for our first harvest. Two... That's right TWO cherry tomatoes. And soon after this picture was taken we had a small amount of tomato sauce. Tomorrow, I'm going to cook up like ten spaghetti noodles and we'll eat like kings... very very small kings.

Trust me Mommy, if you smash them all over the plate
it will look like you have more.

Wet and wild... but very very safe.

Like a fish out of water, who is then placed back into the water, Virg seems to be a natural born swimmer. It's probably because he's living so close to the Pacific Ocean, or maybe it's that Daddy is always talking about getting a sailboat, or maybe it's the fact that Mommy gives Virg a bath like every single night. Whatever the reason, Virg loves to be in the water kicking his legs and splashing the water with his arms. Whether it's in the bath tub, in the pool, or even just in a small glass of water.

Here we see Virg trying to escape from what
appears to be an albino manatee.

The Stair Master - to infinity and beyond!

At the end of the day, when you've put in a full day of work for an ungrateful employer, with a constant threat of losing your job in the current economy, just remember... you can walk up stairs. Virg is just now experiencing this wondrous adventure. Much like Neil Armstrong, Virg is looking to the heavens and going to a place that was once completely inaccessible. And while it was one small step for Neil, Virg has 11 stairs. Each stair is almost half his size. Daddy would need at least a full case of Pabst waiting at the top to venture on a trek like that. As you can see, I gave up a little less than halfway up the stairs. Virg came back to report there was not even a single can of Pabst.

I hope we don't have a run in with hostel alien life forms.

Happy Birthday Virg!

Well, today Virg turned the big '0' '1'. And he was sooooo happy... for the most part. At least he was happy after everyone stopped singing. Next year we'll have to get a professional choir to sing for Virg. We started singing, and Virg had BIG smile on his face. He was thinking: "this is so nice, and they are probably just warming up and getting into the correct pitch." But then he realized we were not warming up, we were actually going to continue singing our sad and scary attempt at Happy Birthday. That's when Virg turned that smile upside down. So we stopped singing and gave him cake. The sugar rush helped take the edge off.

Please stop trying to sing a happy song to me!