Art in the Park, Italian Ice on my Face

A typical Sunday. I woke up before the crack of dawn and yelled until someone came to get me.



Then, even though Dad said she could sleep in today, I decided Mom needed to get up and play with me



After breakfast it was time to explore the front yard and try out my newest silly walks









After lunch and a short nap we went to the Woodlawn Art Festival in nearby ashland park. On the way there we saw these creepy kiddie body outlines. Sesame Street CSI!



This is one of the neat art pieces we saw for sale at the festival



It was a hot day so we stopped for some Italian Ice



I'm important enough that someone feeds it to me while I recline in comfort, but I'm not important enough that I can hire skilled labourers so a lot of the Italian ice ended up on my face



The best part of the park, however, was the the playground, and the swings in particular. Here's a litle stop-motion video of me enjoying the swings



Bye Gorgers!

Le George plays Lacrosse

Hey there gorgers,

For as long as I can remember Mom and Dad have been telling me about this Canada place where everything is bigger, colder and comes with doughnuts. As it turns out Canada's official game is Lacrosse and not, as you might suspect, hockey. Dad and I went to Walmart today to buy a mop and when we saw this sweet lacrosse set, well, we just couldn't resist the temptation even if it is for kids 5+. My new favourite word is "ball" so any activity that combines balls with my other main interest, sticks, is fine by me. Remember, if you're going to play lacrosse then you should always wear protective headgear like this stetson. It doesn't have to be red like mine, although that is the colour of the cowboy hats worn by lacrosse players from Salmon Arm B.C. to Gander Newfoundland.

- G.

There's a new pool boy in town

Hello gorgers,

Sorry once more for my prolonged absence from the interweb but things have been pretty busy down here. On Thursday my buddy Enzo and his parents came to visit on their way to a wedding in Virginia. What was even better was that they stopped in again on Sunday on their way home so I was able to see him twice. I got to spend lots of time with my buddy and mom and dad had a chance to spend some time with Enzo's mom and dad. Being the consummate host that I am, I offered Enzo some of my milk (my best vintage at that), but apparently he no longer uses a bottle. Interesting. I prefer my milk out of a bottle, but maybe this big boy stuff comes at a cost.



On Saturday Dad went out for some groceries and came home with this really neat pool just for me. It took a while to fill it and I could hardly wait to use it. What better chance to model my swanky new swim suit. Note that I am diaper-less in this photo. Sometimes you just have to roll the dice and take a gamble. It paid off on Saturday, but on Sunday the chips were down and you know what they say...the house always wins.

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Dad says he enjoys a good sub now and then but this just tasted like wet plastic.



Mostly I just like to splash a lot and then go all serious for a second and stare meaningfully at the camera.







I think this is the moment when I remembered I wasn't wearing a diaper. D'oh.



When you're as handsome as me you realize that beauty like this don't come easy. Rule #1 is always air dry. I like to wander the grounds while the gentle breezes wick the moisture from my delicate skin. It's time consuming, but when you're this devastatingly handsome you need to sacrifice.



So long for now gorgers.

- G.

I've got a monkey on my back...

... and I like it. Okay, sorry for the obvious joke, gorgers, but it had to be said. I've enjoyed wearing my monkey backpack around. It doesn't fit much but looks stylish, if I do say so myself.



I'm calling it now... primate chic will be in for fall!



Here I am, taking a turn on my grounds. They're extensive, as you can see, so it takes me a while to examine all the trees, branches and birds... and chase the bunnies. I used to be afraid of them but no more! All cute and fluffy cotton-tail bunnies will tremble before me. Or hop quickly away from me.



I take to the grounds several times a day. I find the fresh air and sunshine does wonders for me. A few bug bites have been the only negative.



It's been ridiculously hot and humid here. Luckily, I have many tall trees to shade me.





I've become quite handy with using a spoon. Until I get bored, then it's my good old hands. That works fine for some things but yogurt, not so much.

We're not in (the state next to) Kansas any more

Gorgers,

My apologies for my lengthy absence from the blogosphere. Much has changed, and I can only hope that amidst the chaos I will be able to continue these reports.

First, a truck appeared last week just after my morning bottle and men proceeded to exit said truck and to remove all of our stuff! Mom seemed unfazed so I played along.



Of course all of this wass after a long weird evening the night before when a bunch of people showed up to celebrate my Mom's birthday 3 and a 1/2 months early. Whatever. I just went with it.



What gets me is the lack of furniture and toys. Dad seemed unhappy with the sleeping arrangements.



I was equally unimpressed with the eating arrangements. If my buddy Enzo had not lent me this chair I would have been eating on the floor for days like a common farm animal. It was good of Enzo to help out a guy down on his luck.



As if all of this wasn't bad enough, the folks decide to pack me and all my stuff up in the car one day, drive for 9 hours and then proceed to feed me on the floor in yet another big empty house. I am still unsure of what their motives are. Perhaps we are fleeing the authorities. Who knows?



Things improved slightly a few days later when our stuff (or at least stuff that looks remarkably like our ould stuff used to look like) arrived.



The folks have been hard at work ever since and things have improved considerably in the last 48 hours. My toys arrived and I have been hard at play ever since. In case you are interested I have thouroughly re-tested all of the laws of physics and they are just as applicable in the new place as they were in the old one.



There will almost certainly be a period of adjustment, but I now have access to television and the sandwiches keep coming. I have even been reunited with my Bumbo chair. My parents insist that it is too small for a boy as big as myself, but I strongly disagree.












That's all for now gorgers. I'll do my best to keep you posted.

- G.

My weekend

My parents hit the road for a wedding this weekend and I had a sleepover at my buddy Enzo's house and had a wonderful time. You can see photos and read more about my time at the Lenarts by reading their blog. Simply scroll down and read the post called George.

Lessons in accessorizing

Sorry folks that it's been so long between blog posts. I've tried to get mom and dad to write one for me but they seem busy, putting stuff in boxes etc. Not sure what's going on but there may be fewer blog posts for the near future. But fear not, I'm sure this will only be a temporary blip in my publishing schedule.



I've been accessorizing my handsome outfits a little more lately. My dad brought these cool bracelets home from Africa and I enjoy wearing them around and rolling them on the floor.





I'm always wanting to find out what everyone's doing, eating etc. and, of course, try some. I've taken to begging for food whenever my parents are eating or preparing it. Here I am successfully retrieving some toast.



And enjoying an stand-by favourite, strawberries.



And back to accessories, here's me in my new cowboy hat. I enjoy wearing it around the house and can even sometimes get it on my head without help. Putting on a hat usually means I'm going outside for a walk so I like to put them on and stand at the door. Just like a dog with its leash, says my dad. How else would they know I'm ready for my walk?



That's all for now. Get along lil' gorgers, get along.