Wishing you a wet and wild new year

Ahhhhh...the jacuzzi suite!


What happens if I pull this?


Uh-oh.


Daddy, why do you always call me BAM BAM?


Does this button start the new year?

Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?

Pepere's always got my back. Whether I'm throwing things on the minions below from the staircase...


...Or trying to win a medal for synchronized swinging with my cuz...


...Or gnawing on the table at Carraratown...he's always there to keep me on track.
I'm glad that there are two Vincents around. Happy Birthday. We adore you.

Whoville? Vincentville!

Yes, I'm laughing. But it's because I'm imagining what I'm going to do with the person who put these on me. That is, when I'm old enough and have better eye-hand coordination.


Vocabulary update: In addition to the other words I've been saying a while, such as "Mama," and "Dada," and "Bath," in the past week I have learned seasonal-specific words and can now say: "Santa," "Ornaments," "Christmas Tree," and, everyone's favourite, "Ho Ho Ho." Here I am dropping a flow that contains most of these words.


Here's Gramma (another word I say) giving me my Christmas present. She sure is in a rush to show me how it works. I haven't even got the door closed and she's tooting the horn with vigor. I have learned to climb in from either side in true Dukes of Hazard fashion. And my dad put my water cup in the trunk to keep me hydrated. He then found it hilarious when I sat in the seat, sipping from the cup like I was on a TV cop show stakeout, complete with the sidearm toss of the cup out the window when I decided to get on the move.

Phantom of the (Playground) Paradise

So there's this place that has all kinds of fun things to do and it's only a twoonie (toonie? How do you spell that?) to get in. Here's the fun wheel of morality. Turn turn turn. Tell me the lesson that I have learned.


There's also a cage full of balls that my dad dropped me in. But I escaped and returned. He looked shocked that I got out alive and asked me if I wanted to play in there again.


Only problem is that this Playground Paradise is possibly haunted by a man who sold his soul for rock and roll. Don't take my word for it. Listen to Wolfman Jack:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jwH-f9Yz_8&feature=related

That's a major appliance. That's not a name.

Vincent, after you're done washing your bibs, put away the dishes. And when you shine my shoes, this time I want to see my reflection.


Nah...I'm just kidding...you can have today off....


As long as you get that unruly hair cut by a professional.

Get better Carrara!

First mate Bincent is wishing Pirate Princess Carrara well.

Happy Birthday, Uncle Joe!

Baby you can drive my car

Carrara is my cousin. Sometimes she's a supermodel but on this day in particular she was also a pirate. She can do puzzles that stump my dad.


Only 15 more years...