Oblivious

See that blob of schmutz on my shirt? I have no idea how it got there. That's the beauty of being a baby: don't know, don't care.

Derby Day

So... Mommy and Daddy took me to a "Kentucky Derby" party this past weekend where everyone stared at the television while a bunch of horses (they say NEIGH) ran around a track. I guess the idea was to see which horse was the fastest. Still, I didn't really get it. It was over so quickly, and what was with the flower in your hair, Mommy, and why wouldn't you let me pull it out? The only okay part of the whole afternoon was playing in the backyard with bubbles while Mommy and Daddy sipped at glasses full of brownish water, mint leaves, and ice. They seemed really happy when we left. Glad someone had a good time.

Mommy was in Alaska this weekend, so Daddy took me up to Madison to hang with Auntie Sarah and Uncle Matt and Auntie Katie and Grandpa Ray (a.k.a. Gamma Ray) and my cousins Kate and Siri. (That's Siri, not Suri. Siri is the Norwegian nickname for Sigrid. Suri is some weird thing Scientologists call their kids.) We had so much fun! There was actually a horse in the house. Its name was Georgia and it slept in the bathtub and left huge clots of golden fur in the corners. Since I'm still eating whatever I find on the floor, I sampled some. Tasted like dog. Oh--also, I had fun sticking my finger in an ant hill and eating the grit. Just like Fun Dip!