I appear to be working on my golf swing. Luckily, Mr. Brian is helping me, as opposed to Daddy; Daddy golfs like Ben Hogan. Which would be pretty good if Ben Hogan wasn't dead.
Upside down? Well, I never!
With a little bit of shimmy shake...
Leaves!
And slugs! Ew.
Daddy and I went to the Big Park (which he called the Flower Market) with the Smith clan. I was a little trepidatious about this ride, 'cause not only did it go round and round, it went UP AND DOWN. Daddy rode with me, but he wasn't much of a comfort once it got moving because of his shrieks of terror and hot, copious tears.
This ride didn't go up and down, but it was very bumpy.
Hey man, can I get my spikey red ball back? For real. Stop playin'.
I met lunch!
Lunch tried to eat me back!
I have no explanation regarding the absence of my pants.
Me and my male ancestors! Most of 'em, anyway. This, by the by, was at my birthday party.
I'm not entirely sure I get this whole "sharing" thing. It's not as much fun as I've been led to believe.
Doin' my stand-up routine.
SLIIIIIIIDE!
Tickles? Well, I never again!
I was a little concerned about the ENORMOUS SPONGEBOB in my grandparents' yard. (More on him shortly.)
Yeah...he's big.
You want me to go INSIDE him? Uh...I dunno.
DON'T LIKE DON'T LIKE DON'T LIKE OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT
Much better. This is a ride I can handle.
Later on, opening presents!
Lincoln Logs? What the heck are they?
Green garbage truck! [Ed. - Charles sleeps with this bloody thing now. It's, um, a hit.]
Sometimes, um, Daddy and I dress the same. It is TOTALLY NORMAL, I have been assured.
Show me pensive!
Blowing bubbles! With a bubble GUN! It's like, double the awesome.
BUBBLES!
It's, like, SNOWING bubbles. These bubble guns are EFFICIENT PRODUCERS OF SOAPY SPHERES.
Workin' on the sharing.
We're getting the hang of it.
Arrrr! Avast ye!
Ur doin' it rong
I'm good at wishin'! Even on other people's birthdays!
Visiting Aunt Lizzie and her family at the hospital where she apparently made my cousin, baby Kathryn.
Stealin' Grumps's cake.
Rasslin' with Uncle Craig! I think we won.
Rasslin' with Uncle Kyle! We lost, but he cheated.
Then he tried to get me in trouble and start a pillow fight! Outstanding.
That's it! Don't forget, if you want to order high-quality prints you can get 'em at Daddy's Shutterfly page, or you could always beg him to just send you the full size pictures, but they're like MONSTER HUGE.
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