Harvest Time 2011

Hayride 2011 is underway. Time for the familial unit to hop on a hayride down in CanTUHkee! Maybe this year Xavier will be old enough to pick his own pumpkin. Maybe this year he'll be old enough to actually know what the heck is going on!



Or not. Here's Mom and Xavier with his photogenic guard down.



"We're going where to do what?"



"Ahhh... the barren wasteland that is Autumn. Please, give me a moment with my thoughts."



"Meh. This place looks like Dullsville pops."



"Wait... hold the phone. What's that over there?"


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"



"Life-size maze. All work and no play makes Xavier something something..."
(Ed. Note: It is in all actuality a maize maze)



"Don't worry rooster. I was once in a cage much like the one you find yourself in right now. Believe me, it gets better."



"I was told there would be pumpkins."



"Yup. Found it. It was over here."



"Front seat on the Kiddie Express!"



"Everything went better than expected."

It's Time For The Percolator!

Here's our son just before bedtime playing with one of his favorite toys... the tank from his humidifier. Yeah, it's things like this that really put a spin on your perspective for holiday shopping. He loves it though. Yup. No idea as to why, but he loves the hell out of it.


"Got my tank. It's blue. I'm gonna go to town on it."



"Some sort of button here. Got a spring on it. Maybe I'll push it. Pushed it. That was fun!"



"Didn't I see dad put a bunch of water in here? Doesn't seem to be any in there though. Maybe I can just find one little sip for me..."



"...and one to pour out for my homies!"



Time to play "What Happens Next?".




If you guessed that Farty McFarterson here would deliver his opus of mouth flatulence, then you my dear friend have just won "What Happens Next?". BTW, that's mom in the background laughing like Hannah-Barbera's Muttley

Bug Eyed

No, that's not the mug of a prize fighter. It's just the capricious swollen face of our bug-bitten grinning son. Everytime picture day at daycare rolls around, something nasty happens to Xavier's face. Last spring it was a pretty rough case of pink eye. This time it's a bug bite on his lower eye lid. This isn't the first time we've documented an unprovoked mosquito attack on our son, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I just hope the swelling stops before we have to cash in his Halloween costume for an eye patch and some pirate garb.

"Hey dad, what's wrong with your face?"

A trip down memory lane: Last spring, Mom and Xavier, stoic with pink eye.

"Hah, bite me all you want. In two days I'll have a little swelling, but you'll be dead. Oops, nevermind, dad just smashed you on the wall."

Still handsome.

"I've got blisters on me eyelids!"



"I coulda been a contender!"

I Got Work To Do

Here is Xavier knocking a few items off his to-do list. Looks like a pretty nice little Saturday... maybe hit Bed, Bath, & Beyond too, I don't know, I don't know if he'll have enough time.