Horses Are In My Blood

I have to like horses - I think it's genetically engineered in me. That said, I was a little trepidatious when my Grandpa took me to see them - they are HUGE!! But we had fun. I made "nice horsey" and I liked to feel the horsey's breath on my hands. It was much less scary to ride Max's pony - he's much smaller, but his breath isn't as warm.

Things I Like to Eat and Say

Okay, so anyone who keeps up with this blog o' mine knows that I like to eat. A lot. The below photos are me enjoying two of my favorite foods - crackers (Gerber Wagon Wheels) and pancakes. Incidentally, those words happened to be my second and third words, respectively. Since those early words, I've picked up about 15 additional words. Plus, I have a handful of signs that use and I can follow some commands, like pointing to my nose and brushing my hair. I'm a big boy now.

Mmmm, Coffee...

Ha ha - just kidding. I'm a little guy - I don't drink coffee. But I do enjoy a nice morning beverage with my Daddy now and again.

And I Helped!

So maybe this isn't exactly what you'd call "helping" to load the dishwasher, but it was certainly a heck of a lot more fun. And I was holding the dishes as I got on the dishwasher, so that's kind of like putting the dishes in the dishwasher, right? I thought I was a "good helper," but Mom and Dad called me "too heavy" and told me to get down.