It's that time of year again. That time when we teach young girls how to push addictive compounds. By this I mean girl scout cookie time. My personal favorite are thin mints, probably a consequence of being my father's son, but we'll save that for another post, or perhaps for when my dad writes his own memoirs, complete with references to the 1,051 times he has made the cemetery joke (if you don't know the joke I'm sure you will one day)... Anyways, we were sitting around the table with my mom, enjoying said cookies, when wouldn't you know it, Joey decided he needed to participate in the cookie eating tradition. He also thought the box was worth a try, but in the end the cookie proved to be where the value was, however, a lot of the cookie wound up on his face, or improving on the appearance of his Gap designed clothes (it's only appropriate that clothes made by children, and worn by children, should be re-designed by children).

No real story on the straw hat photos. That is papa's river hat, for some reason it was sitting out while I was cleaning up the house and Joey reached up for it, so I put it on his head. The cool thing about this hat is the mesh area right at his eye level when the hat falls down on his head. Also it has a string, one of the three coolest things in the world. For the record those three things are: 1. Straps/strings of any kind 2. Cardboard boxes 3. Food!

The last two photos are evidence of the consequences of crawling backwards.... He had started out playing with the dogs over near the dining room table, he wound up 20 feet away under the couch. He really is trying to crawl forward but he can not get the transmission out of "R". Being stuck under the couch was funny for a brief time, but eventually once he realized all I was doing was taking photos, and not pulling him out he got pissed, don't worry he was only there for at most 2 more seconds after that last photo......