Hahahah! I tipped over the top of the couch, and now I am "UP-SPY-DOWN!" (as oppose to "upspy-up")
To keep the boulders from damaging the neighbors' driveway, my Momma set up a "buffer" made of moving boxes for them to roll into. Things worked out fine, and they all landed just where they were supposed to. No cracks in the driveway, no dents in any cars.
This might seem like any old garage to most of you... the thing you don't know is that there was no floor space in here until today! While waiting for the truck with the boulders to come, my Momma cleaned up the garage. Things are sorted, and neatly stacked along the wall. If we wanted to, we could even park one of the cars in here. After I woke up my Momma let me play in the front yard while she raked all the leaves from the lawn (one of the neighbors trees didn't shed until now), and planted some seeds, and pulled up some weeds. It was a busy, productive afternoon!
Drawing is one of my favorite passtimes. I began to draw recognizable cars and trucks about a month ago - with approx 3-7 wheels each. As of today, I have branched out to drawing portraits - all by myself! This is my Momma, with her yellow hair. She even has feet! I drew a picture of Holden being mad at the dog, and of Dad - complete with a beard, and mad eyebrows (to be featured in the next blog).
Last week my Momma and I both had a pretty nasty cold. It started in our sinuses, and then moved into our chest. My Momma even lost her voice (Dad thought that was pretty funny)! Well, after one particularly rough night, during which I was awake a lot and had a fever, I was playing in my room. Right in the middle of playing, I veeery slowly tipped over, and went faaaast asleep. I even began to snore. I was so conked out, the kitty even decided to get comfy on my back. I felt much better after sleeping like this for about 2 hours.
I think that Army guys are some of the coolest people around. One of my Dad's hats made it into my dress-up box, and along with these smoking-hot glasses, I am a COOL COOL ARMY MAN! Do you know what I do? I run around the house with my soft-plastic baseball bat and fight invisible monsters to protect my Momma, Lincoln, and the kitty!
This Monday, I decided that I wanted to have a beard, just like Dad. Being a grown man comes with a lot of responsibility... but I think I am ready for it!
When we got home, Momma and Dad had a special surprise for me:
It's nothing fancy, but I absolutely LOVE it! I practised climbing in and out of it, and then sat and read books for about an hour (!!!) all by myself. 
One huge advantage of having a big boy bed this tall is that Lincoln can't come and steal my stuffed animals! In my own words, "In my NEW bed, EVERYTHING is SAFE!" I independently moved my toy animals into one of the drawers under the bed - for added dinosaur-guardianship?
Here I am with my huge bear, Christmas 2006. I am exactly 6 months old.
Oh no! My bear got smaller!
I couldn't sit yet here, so my bear was good for holding me up.
Now it is I who help the bear: to run, jump, climb, and talk!
Hi bear. You be a good boy. Don't do no-nos, ok? See? I can even tell him what to do.
It sure is nice to be a big boy!
Hmmm. It appears that the couch corner shrank too. This was me in October 2006, when I was 4 months old...
...and this is me on the same couch now, when I am 31 months old! See? The couch is definitely smaller! I am growing faster than a weed!
The only one growing faster than I am right now is Lincoln! He weighs in at a whopping 25lbs now... and is learning to "come" and "sit" and "lie down" and "stay" and walk "heel" - he also really really likes to chase his own tail.
I sure like having a dog. I'm not one bit afraid of him. In fact, my Momma and Dad have to make sure I don't boss Lincoln too much, or tease him...
Dad is enjoying training Lincoln. And Lincoln likes being trained, it seems! You could hook up a generator to his tail and light a whole city block when he hears "good dog!"
Yep, yep, I love my dog! *squish!* 
Here Holden and I are climbing on the basalt pillars around the fountain - no water was flowing this time, unfortunately.
Hmmmm... do I jump? Do I not? Hmmmm.
Taking one of several breaks to have a snack. We walked in the forest, across the swamp, and then up to campus.
There was a huge bell, and my Momma lifted Holden and me up so we could yell into it to hear the echo...
...echo - cho -cho co co co oh oh o
We also got to clang the bell. It didn't ring, it clonked.
Despite the fact that we walked for more than an hour, part of it uphill, after our snack both Holden and I still had lots of "run" and "bounce" left in us!
Holden, Jasmin, Momma and me, walking. Timon took this picture.
Timon is my new buddy! He had to listen to "Hey Timon! Come here!" a LOT this week - I wanted to play with him, draw with him, examine the cool things he brought in his suitcase... and he even let me listen to his music!
...yeah. This is definitely some gooood music.
You are surely wondering how Lincoln is doing. He is a good dog. He is house-trained, with only the occasional pee-accident when people get too busy. He sits on command, and is good at walking "heel" when outside with a leash. He is also getting much better at not play-nipping, and has learned that both I and the kitty (who is half his size) are his boss. He loves my Dad and my Momma, and is overall a content little pup. Well, big pup. He is growing. I hope he will be REALLY REALLY big soon! (my Momma does not share the sentiment)
I love clowning around with my Dad. Hmm. I love doing ANYTHING with my Dad. He is such a cool cool Dad. I want to be just like him when I'm bigger.
Ha! Nobody can withstand my charms. Open wide, Momma! Ha! Got your teeth! Come get them back! Oooooh! Nooo! Don't tickle me! Noooo, don't blow a rasberry on my neck! Eeeeck! Hahahahahahah *giggle*
This was the picture in his online ad. He was described as sweet and mellow - which we could already tell at the shelter, and he continued to be at home!
Lincoln got to walk around a bit with my Dad and me while my Momma was in the store getting some doggy-things. 
Here I am getting to know Lincoln from a safe perch on Dad's back. I was very 'hands-on' with Lincoln at the shelter, and liked his puppy-kisses, but then at home got just a little shy.
Hmmmmm, says Lincoln. This puppy-chew tastes JUST as good as the shoes that are now all put away IN the closet.
Oh yeah. In case you haven't noticed already, he has the "I am your very true servant and desciple"-underdog look down pat.
Not the most interesting picture, but this way you can see Lincoln's "stripes" - and my Momma LOVES those floppy ears.
After a good long play (actually several good long plays and a little walk outside on our lawn), and a good meal (and subsequent going poo), Lincoln did what all dogs should. He flopped down at our feet, and snoozed... occasionally looking up at us with loving puppy-eyes, thumping his tail, then snoozing some more. Look at the little smile on Dad's face. He is very pleased.
Ah yes. This is actually an "old" picture from yesterday - Holden and I are fishing for whales in the puddle at the bottom of our driveway! We made this game up ALL BY OURSELVES while my Momma was busy gardening nearby.
