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!

The Cool Kids

 What do we do when the weather report says it's going to be 90 degrees at the beach?  We load up the car as early as we can manage, drive on over to the Santa Monica beach house, and lay claim to four chairs in the shade.

 There's nothing better than a lounge chair and a beach towel.

And a splash pad.  There's nothing better than a splash pad on a hot day.

 And a pool.  There's nothing better than a pool. 

 And sand.  There's nothing better than a patch of sand to play in.

 Grace discovered she can fly.  She's a regular Peter Pan!

 And I spent some time just contemplating the beauty

of the day.

After some playtime in the ocean, we practiced our army crawl back to the beach house for some more fun at the splash pad and the pool.

On a Winter's Day

 Last Sunday, we headed down to Redondo Beach to spend a beautiful day at the annual kite festival.  I'd attended two years ago, but I have no memory of it for some reason.

 Grace brought along her Hello Kitty kite, which pretty much flew itself.

 Grace took her chances with the waves, taunting them to catch her.

 She was happy when they did.

And I was happy to work on my sandcastle.

L.A. Snow Day

 I've been hearing a lot about the harsh winter conditions that the rest of the country has been experiencing, but even here in Los Angeles we get our share of severe weather.  Last night, a raging storm dumped a truckload of snow at my school.

 I brought my snowsuit but didn't bother to put it on.  I'm not one of those UGGs-wearing Westside toddlers.

Don't worry, I didn't hit any of my friends in the face with these ice balls.

The teachers built a hill for sledding.

But I mostly hitched myself to a Tonka truck and pretended to be a snowplow.