Dada?

Lately I've been saying "dada" alot. Mom of course is offended by this thinking that I love Pops more than her. Pops of course is beaming with pride thinking that he's done something extrordinary to warrant my affection. Little do they know that I have actually been sneaking out of my crib at night and reading Mom's art history books and have been particularly struck by the works of the Dada movement of the early 20th century. But as usual my parents have to make it all about themselves.

My best girl Alice came over the other day with her big sis Lila. Here are some pics:

Lila always prefers to make a grand entrance.

What? No, we were not just swapping binkies while you weren't looking! We're just innocent little infants.

Ok, we were. Busted.

My personal trainer

So the other day I was talking to cousin Win and he taught me about the importance of being really strong and buff. Mostly by doing push-ups. So I decided to take action. Pops likes to think he's physically fit so I tried to have him teach me some things. It was alright but I wanted to take things to the next level. So I brought in my own personal trainer. He also happens to be my Uncle Aaron. Here's how it went:

Pops trying to drop some knowledge on me.

I did alright for my first time.

Uncle Aaron giving me a pep talk. The mental game of fitness is so underappreciated.

First, you need to start with proper nutrition, in this case carrots.

Are we ready? This is gonna be fun.

We start with a little flying just to get the blood pumping.

Then some shoulder stretches. Gotta loosen up those guns.

This is called a flying plank. It really targets those hard to reach ab muscles.

Ok, now we're all warmed up. Let's do some push-ups! (not to be confused with pullups which I won't be wearing for at least a year.)

We're really trying to focus here on good technique. Form is so critical to get the desired results. My desired results: awesomeness.

And I'm up.

And I'm down. Phew, that was exhausting!

And we finish the workout with a rubdown. It really helps prevent lactic acid build-up to keep from getting sore later.

Thanks Uncle Aaron! With my new and improved physique I'll be crawlin' in no time!

Super duper extra long post

I know, I know. It's been awhile since my last post. Well I've been busy on one of my many world tours (plus my scribe has been lazy). Y'all know how important my fans are to me. I gotta get out there and mingle with my peeps and show 'em some love now and again. Anyway, enough with the small talk. Here's my travel pics:

Hangin' with my homies Uncle Air Ric and Pops.

This is mom's brother from another mother, Uncle Dickson. I don't totally know what that means yet but I know he's awesome. Plus we look like twins. We must be related.

Uncle Troy. He's smart, handsome, and single. Ladies I got his digits so give me a holla.

Here we see the legendary Santa in its natural habitat (a church gym surrounded by children). Apparently if you get close enough to the Santa it will give you a present. Let's try it out.

Here we go! All I had to do was sit on the Santa's knee and a present appeared.

That was easy. Hence the phrase "Like taking candy from a Santa."

So this is Uncle Caleb. I could say a lot about Uncle Caleb but I think this picture pretty much sums it up.

These are my awesome great grandparents. I already know that grandparents are WAY better than normal parents so great grandparents must be one billion times better. Yep, one billion.

Uh oh. Here Aunt Heidi discovered my secret (I can stand on my own but I pretend not to be able to so that people carry me around.)

This is Kelly, Heidi, and Jenny, three of the contestants competing for the title of Favorite Auntie. I'm taking bets now and so far Jenny is the very slight favorite at 10-1 since she painted me a cool picture. However, the odds could easily change once my birthday comes around (hint, hint).

Twinners! Cousin Kham and I rockin' the Christmas pj's with Auntie Catie.

This is Uncle Dave. He gets super excited about wooden objects.

Here are the fellas modeling the latest fashions in christmas eve sleepwear for a catalog shoot. Hot, I know.

Here is the female version of the catalog ad. Look for it in Saks and/or Land's End.

Merry Christmas breakfast!

Christmas morning with Grandpa Bart makes me super happy apparently.

So after a few eggnogs things got a little weird, but it was still an epic party.

Uncle Ralph knows what I like.

Grandma Mary gave me the best present at Christmas. The gift of jumping. I use it everyday.

What do Grandpa Scott and Grandma Mary want for Christmas? A picture of me of course. Duh. Who doesn't want that?

Grammy Becky giving me grammy loves. Those are the best kind.

This dog was giving me grief so I punched it in the face.

Grammy Becky and Auntie Catie teaching me to do push-ups. I rewarded their efforts by drooling on the floor.

More Cousins! Max and Zella showed me the ropes.

Baby Z jumped with me.

I'm quite the beefcake.

We went and visited great grandma Mums.

She was sooooo nice and her table was delicious.

This is Rachel (also known as Burger), Pops' friend from high school. She made me a quilt which I pee on regularly.

Burger's daughter was hot. I touched her face. Girls like that kind of thing.

Snow. I don't know what to make of it. It looks cool. But it's also freezing cold.

Luckily Mom kept me warm.

Safe and warm with my owl hat.

Grandpa Bart. Clearly you can see where I get my dark complexion from.

I am officially half a year old. I realize that most of you can't remember what life was like BL (Before Liam) but it was a sad depressing place. How lucky are you to be alive at the same time as me?