My Latest Greatest Day Ever

Today, I got to ride in one of those amazing bucket trucks, in the bucket part!

These photos don't do justice to how fantastic this ride was, but check out the joy on my face.

Mom thought it was pretty cool, too.

We went as high as the length of both booms extended. We could see the ocean!

I wish I could have stayed up there all day.

Giddyap!

                                                             Photos courtesy of Whatever Little Pony

These photos are from a couple of months ago, but they're still worth posting, obviously.

Have you ever seen a more impressive cowboy?  Clearly, the answer is no.

I'm the rootinest, tootinest rider west of the Mississippi!

School's Out for Summer!

 We did it!  We made it through a year of elementary school -- for me that meant transitional kindergarten.

 I even received an award for being able to "read with expression and enthusiasm!"  (Of course, I can.)

Time to make some trouble.

Peace out! Until August.

Crazy Youngsters

A master of disguise.

 A group of hooligans on the loose in Venice on Sunday afternoon.

Who could this little guy be?
Hint: He loves garbage trucks and has the confidence to rock a pink sparkle hat.

Cars and Trucks and Cars and Trucks

I attended the Culver City Car Show today.

Whoa! There were so many cars and so many trucks.

 I especially liked checking out the trucks.

 This car was about my size, but I don't have a driver's license.

 I spent a significant amount of time in the local fire station.  And I was impressed by the old-timey fire engine outside.

I would have bought a few of these model cars, particularly the California Highway Patrol and the LAPD ones, but somebody forgot my money. 

Corn, Sweet Corn

 I am a lover of corn.

I will eat as many ears of corn as you put in front of me.

 Nothing will divert me from the pleasure of eating corn.

 Excuse me while I eat some more corn.

 Every kernel has value.

Don't worry, I got that one.

 Why are you still watching me eat corn?

Gracie claims not to like corn, but she saw that I enjoyed it so much she wanted to see if something about corn had changed.  It had not.  I finished hers.

I also enjoy a good hotdog but only after we run out of corn.

Spring Breakers

 School's out this week, so we took a road trip north, meeting up with Aunt B. and Uncle Kelle, and camping near El Capitan State Beach in Santa Barbara County.  Here, I'm sitting outside of the "stick tent," the tent where I collected all of my sticks.  Of course, no one slept in the stick tent.

 Grace did some light jogging one morning when we headed down to the beach.

 We were looking for the tidal pools, but all we found were these random rocks.

 Aunt B. and I worked on building towers out of some of the smaller stones.

 Uncle Kelle built the one in the foreground here.  It's not as big as it appears.

 We played in the water, but it was a bit chilly for my tastes.

 Grace acted like she'd won something.  She thinks everything is a competition.

 It was rough going to get over some of those rocks.

 Back at the campsite, I waited for some grub.  Where's my grub?

I think we all had a great time.  I, for one, can't wait for the next camping trip!