I love Navy Seals.

We went to Coronado yesterday and I witnessed quite a few of them running down the beach. Mom pointed them out, obviously. 

Beach? What beach? I just saw a six pack running away from me! Hey!! Where are you going, hot stuff? 

Gramcrackers are awesome! Give me some marshmallows! 

Gotta love .99 beach toys! Thanks, mom.

 

Ugh! Sand gets EVERYWHERE!!! 

Jets are loud! But not as loud as I am when mom takes me away from the water!! 

Coronado is by far my favorite San Diego spot! I'm not sure why mom ever moved, but I have a feeling this won't be my last trip!

I'm famous.

I had a total blast hanging out with mom's best friend Megan, her sister Lauren, and mom yesterday at the beach. 

We met at La Jolla Cove and I figured it would be the perfect time to debut my harmonica skills to an unsuspecting audience. It went over really well with the crowd, and despite my horrid outfit, I got many compliments. If anyone was wondering if I am in fact my father's child, this should settle the debate.

New advancements in the life of me...

Dad fail #8372.

A few days ago, whilst in the car on the way to lunch, dad got a very important phone call for a potential job in Dallas. That was precisely the time I decided to scream and throw a fit (it's really fun to see the parents freak out and hand me all my toys in order to suppress my erratic behavior). Mom was busy driving the F850 we rented, so she was busy trying not to get pulled over.  Anywho, dad finally handed me the best toy I could have ever imagined...a pouch of mango/bananna purée.

This is what resulted...

I think that this was literally the most fun I've had in MY LIFE! Also, the car seat cover is NOT removable. Yehaw!

It was also VERY tasty!! 

It took mom and dad about a half hour to clean me off with the six remaining baby wipes they found in the bottom of mom's purse. This is a picture of me on the tailgate half naked, and catching some much needed sun. I guess they figured that public shaming would get the message across.  It did, BUT it was absolutely worth it. 

Jaws (Baby Edition)

duunnn dunnn... duuuunnnn duun... 

duuunnnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn dunnnn

Dunnnnnnnnnnnn. Yum, dad's finger was tasty! 

Helicopters-smelicopters.

We went to the Gillespie air show on Sunday and it was hot. I also hate pilots. Specifically Coast Guard pilots. He seemed nice enough, but not my type. 

I started crying as soon as I sat down. 

But the guy was pretty nice and took our second family photo (after a year). 

I did, however, find a pamphlet on air plane rides and I decided on the "dog fight" package in a MiG 21. Dad better get a second job. 

I heart raw meat.

So dad decided to BBQ the three day old meat that was sitting in the fridge. Mom couldn't tell how funky it was because of her famous marinade (ingredients: 100% sodium), so they collectively decided dad would try it first, since he's the risk taker in the family. 

Well, he comes in a close second. 

When dad pulled the steak out of the fridge, he unknowingly leaked raw meat juice ALL over the floor. He found me (five minutes later) licking my hands like a starving carnivorous dinosaur. I proceeded to lick my paws all the way to the bathroom (where dad sadly attempted to rid me of the brain eating bacteria dripping from my hands and mouth). God, it was SO good!!  

Needless to say, I may be asking for a ride to the ER in a few hours. Keep your phones on, peeps! 

Bio Part Deux

Height: X-Small
Age: 55 weeks.
Weight: 10 kilos, depending on my diaper situation.
Favorite Band: Any toothless bluesman, but dad is cool too.
Favorite Foods: Miso Soup. Spuds. PB&J. Lint. Planting soil. High Fructose Corn Syrup. Not at the same time.
Favorite Thing Ever: Nap time. Wait, is mom filling this out?
Funniest Thing Ever: Watching dad freak out when I pee on his brand new pillow.
Favorite Toy: Cardboard and/or plastic bags.
Favorite Animal: Blue Whale
Favorite Vacation Destination: The shower, fully clothed.
Favorite Drink: Milk on tap.