Pumpkining

Mama and Da [Finn's new title for Tim] took me to this place where they have lots of big orange blobs. Mom and Da were really excited, but I'm really not sure why. They told me to pick one out, but how to choose??




Personally I found the hot dog stand far more appealing. (Mama and Da later made me a Hebrew National dog for dinner).



Aunt Cara gave me some cheese to tide me over. She had fun chasing me all over the place.



The goats are awesome!





Me, Ma and Da.

Cute, no?

Grandad and Grandmama say I'm irresistible. No surprise there. And there are lots of kisses and hugs to go around...

"Five, Six, Pick Up Sticks" and other Fun Stuff Outside

C, D, E, F, G, A, B

Grandmama's and Grandad's piano is much more conducive to practicing my scales. It sure beats my little keyboard back home. Still, nothing can diminish the creative genius that stirs within...

Vocation?

Nahhh...I just wanted to show the priest my singing alphabet cards. He was only minimally impressed...

Doughnuts, the Sprinkled Kind

Grandad introduced me to something called a doughnut with sprinkles. Personally, I enjoy the sprinkles a great deal. They're fun to pick off individually, one by one.

Cuttin' the Hairs

I've heard people say that you always have to have a first haircut. I didn't know what they meant, but I discerned that my dad disagreed and my mom agreed. That confused me because usually they agree on everything.

Some "before" photos:









And then the next thing I knew they both captured me and transported me within county lines to a place that specializes in the scissor-threat torture of underage American citizens. I resisted for about six seconds, until I got a lollipop and a seriously cool book about the jungle.

Some "during" photos:









After the whole ordeal I decided that mom was right and dad needed to adjust to the newest stage of my life, which was the hair-cut one.

Some "after" photos:

Grandma's Visit

Wow, Grandmama! Mom and Dad say they could not have survived those two weeks unless you were here. I asked them for proof for their claim, and they cited the total absence of photographs from the period. They explained that if there had been so much as a moment to think, they would at some point have remembered to pull out a camera and take a photo. But because there were so many events with their tenure applications and my hospital stay, they didn't think to take pictures. Personally, I can say that, now that I'm recovered, I'm peeved at the blogging blackhole. I will ride Mom and Dad's consciences in the future so that this unacceptable lapse is not replicated.