26 November 2005

Me, Dad, a Mouse, a Duck and a Zebra

WARNING: these pictures are sappy.
Nothing humourous here. If you want our usual twisted satirical spin on this so-called reality, check out the Thanksgiving pictures. If you want cute, sappy and painfully verbose, read on...

First, a sweet shot of ME. I'm wearing one of those fuzzy little terry pajama outfits with the feet that has sweet little animals stitched onto the front. This one has a precious little green mouse hugging a cute little yellow duckie, and it says "Baby Hugs".
All together now: "Awwwwwwwww."
Mommy & Daddy just *love* to hug me when I wear these outfits. They say it's just like hugging a little wiggly teddy bear.

Here's me with my fancy new over-sized zebra-print tennis ball. Mommy picked it out so that it would match the fringe on my new jeans. Schweeet, eh?

Did I mention that I'm now almost able to crawl? I am. I do this really sweet thing where I get up on my hands and knees and rock back and forth like I'm a bull about to charge. Or, not that I know anything about snow, but Dad says that it's also sorta like the rocking motion you do with your car when you're stuck in a snowdrift because you forgot to put on snowtires and you really, really don't want to get out and push.
Dad also said, "Don't ask me how I know about that, dear. I just know." Hmmm.
Anyway, sorta like Dad's lame car analogy, most of the time I just rock back and forth and get frustrated because I'm not really going anywhere. Then I go *splat* on my nose. I thought that's why my nose was so flat, but Mommy said "No, dear, that has to do with your Asian genes."
What does the word "rhinoplasty" mean?

So about this Daddy character. You can see from this picture that I'm still keeping a wary eye on him...

...but, well...I guess he's really not so bad.

25 November 2005

Thanksgiving Recipes

Since it's Thanksgiving here in the US, we thought we'd include our newest member of the family in this year's feast...


Well, OK. Not really.

You think this is twisted? Just wait until Christmas...

08 November 2005

Austin Adventures

Hi ya! Well, it's about time my parents took me to Austin -- they talk about it all the time. We finally went last weekend. Here are a few pictures from my adventures...

Since I slept through the entire 2.5 hour roadtrip, the 'rents thought they'd grab some coffee to wake me up. Where else to go for a nice cup o' java and a sunset than Mozart's Coffee Roasters on the lake?

Not a bad sunset, eh? I sure like the lake. All that water looks just like a huge Tummy Tub! And I saw a fish!! I think Daddy was excited that I saw it, but he was trying not to show it.

Aww...sweet family shot. Don't we all just look so...so...fat?!?

Speaking of my Tummy Tub, my folks brought it along. We stayed at the Casita Cage...Kodi & Taylor have done up their open-air shower all in slate. It's gorgeous. What a great background for some new Tummy Tub pictures, no?

You can tell that I dig this water thing, can't you?

OK, onto other good stuff. Dad really, really wanted to go have BBQ at The Salt Lick. Mama & I finally relented and let him go. As it turns out, I *really* liked it...

After the Salt Lick, we met up with my ungodparents, Kain & Juli, for dessert at Chez Zee's. MMMmmmm...sugar!!

We also got to see Auntie Glenda. She's always smiling...just like me!!

Now this guy is very, very cool. He's my godfather, David Pulkingham. This is the first time I've met him. I got to hear him sing and play guitar, and he even let me play tambourine with him! I think maybe I'll be a drummer. Or a guitarist. Or a cheerleader.

On the way home, we stopped in a little town called Giddings, Texas. Like every other small town on the planet, it has a Town Park. We chilled out here for a few minutes. I think they were trying to get me tired so that I'll fall asleep for the rest of the drive...but it didn't work -- muahahahahahah!!

Am I stylin' or what? I *am* GenZ.

06 November 2005

The Commander Goes Commando

So...go ahead and ask me: why the heck am I wearing just a freaking blanket here in my big bad carseat?

'Cuz my 'rents are idiots, that's why. Seems they forgot to pack my diaper bag with all the appropriate necessities to serve my many and varied needs. Sure, they had a nice changing pad and some hats and four pairs of socks and that fancy oil for my bum, but did they have an extra onesie? No, they did not.

I'm a big girl now, ya know...making big things happen in the big bad world. A mover...and a shaker. That's me. And I suppose I could have warned them that I had a HUGE surprise saved up, but where's the fun in that??

So here I am, going commando in my commander's seat. I've only got one thing to say about all this: Dad, you'd better drive FAST. You've got about 10 minutes before my next big surprise, and trust me, you won't want to post *those* pictures on the internet...

Engage! Get a move on, boy!

03 November 2005

Hathor, the Cow Goddess

Ladies and Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to announce
the triumphant return of Hathor, the legendary Cow Goddess...

Greetings, Earthlings. It's good to be back with my people.

As you can see, I'm quite pleased to be back -- and to be
treated like the royalty I most certainly am.

In fact, I've been led to understand that a brand has
even been named after me...the Laughing Cow.

While in town, I've paid a visit to some of my favorite people.
Here's a nice shot of me with Ba Ngoai.

And here's one with Daddy. Fly, little cow...fly!!

All in all, it's been a splendid Halloween -- even if it did rain,
and I didn't get to go trick or treating!

01 November 2005

KBA - Knee Biters Anonymous

[clears throat] Ahem. Uh, hello. My name is Trinhity and...well, umm...I'm a compulsive knee biter. I can't seem to help it. I see knees, and I want to bite them.

Actually, I want to bite pretty much everything these days. Teething isn't easy, after all! I know, I know...that's not an excuse, right? Especially not for biting hairy knees. Speaking of such, I brought some pictures to tonight's meeting.

Lights, please? First slide, please? Thank you...

Here I am contemplating a well-placed bite on Daddy's left knee...but I'm eyeing his right knee as well. See, I actually prefer to bite his right knee, since it seems to have less hair. Fortunately, I don't have any teeth yet so the hair doesn't get stuck, but still...

But see, this is what I'm talking about...I just couldn't help myself. I bit his knee. I knew better than to bite a hairy knee, but I bit it anyway. Will I ever learn?!?

Moving right along...this is Mommy's right knee. Doesn't she just have the sexiest knees?? When you see those knees, don't you just wanna bite 'em?!? I sure do.

And I did, of course. See, here I am biting Mama's knee.

Mmmm, yummy! Mama's knees taste gooood! Much better than the hairy Daddy knees!!

So, that's my story. Do you think I'll ever stop biting knees? Will I ever grow up?!?