I wanna ROCK

I'm going to have a wild, wild weekend over the next few days.



I might grab Ben and Kai and some other homies and go clubbing in Bport, my old hood. Or I might go to an SHU Basketball game. Go Pioneers! Or I might wait until my parents are asleep and sneak out and steal chickens.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1114237651243304593&hl=en

Or, if I'm feeling really zany and nutty, I might take the rocks from the walkway to our house and throw them into a puddle. That is hours and hours and hours of amusement. The best part is that it's a way for the whole family to do something. I take the rocks from the walkway and az anyam and az apam put them back.

That'll be the day

Just because Nagymama and Nagypapa were visiting, I could not let the football rest. In fact, I now had fresh meat to play with. Playing with new people always teaches new lessons. Sometimes it's a new move, sometimes it's how to deal with being a superior athlete who thoroughly dominates the competition and sometimes it's something bigger.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2026644173829438411&hl=en

Nagypapa taught me an important lesson. No, not that "I" and "team" hooey. Rather, he taught me that old people can still play too.

Shoe is on the other foot

One of the many nice things about having Nagymama and Nagypapa around is that they treat me like I should be treated, ie, the way I want to be treated.



For example, az apam has billions of minutes of video footage of me wanting to see what he was filming with the camera. It tends to go like this:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=248331850655212591&hl=en

Nagymama and Nagypapa are kind enough to actually show me what they're filming and take pictures with me rather than just of me.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8485809656369323385&hl=en

And another thing

I forgot to mention yesterday that I wasn't the only one with killer playground moves.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7310140912913507384&hl=en

If he's not careful, they'll take away his AARP move for this kind of derring-do.

Not gonna catch the midnight flyer

It was a little chilly when Nagymama and Nagypapa came to visit, but not too chilly to go to the park. We went to several parks several times.

Much of their time was spent chasing, but not catching me.


I might only be 20 months old, but I've got the moves of a 30 month old.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-386627121792095168&hl=en

Nagymama and Nagypapa didn't quite get this and kept trying to baby me and catch me at the bottom of the slide.

Guess who came to dinner

I am finally caught-up on my blog postings and pictures. Well, I am caught up to last Saturday. That's when Nagymama and Nagypapa came for a visit. Or as I started calling them during their visit, Hagymama and Papa (not to be confused with the other nagypapa, Papa.)

I had Nagypapa read my Elmo book to me a lot.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5108261098512325996&hl=en

No, really. A lot.
Even when we weren't sitting together.

I think he was enjoying it so much that at one point I made him read it when I was busy playing. He was just being coy, so I gave it back to him so he could keep reading it without me.