Party Like a ...

Last weekend I attended a birthday party with a bunch of my friends. For the first thirty minutes or so I tortured my dad by screaming, "I wanna go home!" But, as you can see, eventually I was able to turn it around. I just want to let all of you know that I'm not always the sweet little boy you see here; sometimes I can be a real pill.

Come Fly with Me

 Last Sunday, I attended the Redondo Beach Kite Festival.  I brought along Grace's kite, so don't tell her.  She'll be mad.

 I may have tangled up the tails a time or two.

 I pleaded with my dad to help me fly with the kite, but he just wouldn't do it, so I just had to stay on the ground.

But all ended well, 'cause I got to have ice cream on the pier with my pal Zoey.

Sunday Fun-Day

After a night of heavy rain, and in anticipation of another rainstorm on the way, we drove to Palos Verdes to see what was happening at the South Coast Botanic Garden.  It turns out there were Lego sculptures all over the place.

Look, I'm a boy made out of Legos -- except for my face, because no one could ever replicate my face with Legos.

That's a Lego rose over my shoulder.

A giant Lego hummingbird flew in for some nectar.

We took advantage of the wide-open fields and bountiful sunshine.

For some reason, there were also violins for kids to try out, so we did.  Grace seems like a natural.

As for me? Not so much.