Ha ha ha. Just kidding. For real, though, here are a few relatively recent pictures. I am currently what Mom calls a walking, talking snot machine. I drool and snot a lot because I'm getting more teeth (I've got six whole ones and I'm working on a few more). I'm an excellent walker and I climb pretty well too. And I probably know about 25 words, although I'm not entirely clear on what some of them mean.
Anyway, I'm having a blast. Life is good when you're a little over 17 months old. Thanks for liking me enough to read this!
I LOVE being outside. I run out the door every chance I get. When Grandma and Grandpa Tschamler were here in September we hiked to this little lake and had a picnic.
We went backpacking with Auntle Sach and Dad caught a newt for me to poke.
I guess I'm what Uncle Christer calls "rough and tumble." Mostly I just like to play.
I like camping.
Sara is still one of my four favorite aunts, even after all this time.
When we go sailing Daddy takes me right up onto the bow of the boat!
I just noticed that Mom accidently left the grapes from the grocery store on the bed.
Then I ate some. I really like grapes.
A few weeks ago I climbed my first two Adirondack High Peaks, Cascade and Porter Mountains. Mom and Dad said it kicked their butts, but I didn't really think it was that hard.
Of course if you're going to hike a lot you need to replenish your fluids. I'm excellent at dring from a Camelbak.
Mom and I have a lot of fun together. We're friends.
This year we went to Giants training camp in Albany and saw the big boys up close.
When I feel cranky a lot of times wrestling on the bed will help. Here we are after a good match.
And it looks like I claimed the victory in this one. Mom's down.
