This past weekend faithful readers, I went to my first air show at the local air port.  There were planes everywhere!  I know because I was pointing them all out to anyone who would listen.  "Plane, plane, plane" was the refrain heard across the plain ... sorry, could not resist.  

But seriously, there were planes all over the place!

I loved it!  There were fast planes, loud planes, big planes, and helicopters.  I did not know if I was drooling over the aircraft or lunch.  

I have to admit however, my favorite portion of the show, aside from lunch and the planes, was the fire truck!  Yup, that's me driving that big rig.  Slap a helmet on my head and a pair of boots on my feet and I am ready to go!  They were not keen on letting me sound the siren though, maybe next time.

  

Outside

Have I mentioned I love to be outside?  I have?  Well, let me reiterate, I LOVE to be OUTSIDE!  So much so, "outside" is one of the words I have mastered in the short time since I've started talking.  Just ask my parents.  Outside, I mean where else can a guy contemplate the bigger picture while enjoying a little stroll, yell at the neighbor kids to keep off the lawn, or pee on the garage door.  Adam Sandler had that one right, thanks "Big Daddy".  Ah, I love the outdoors.  

Taughannock Falls

This past weekend the family and I went on a little outing to Taughannock Falls.  It was a rare afternoon when all the family and I were actually freeto spend the day as we chose.  I chose to spend the day in my diaper sitting in the living room watching Jack's Big Music Show on Noggin', but no one could understand what I was saying with the pacifier in my mouth.  Needless to say I ended up strapped into the car heading north to Ulysses, NY and Taughannock Falls State Park.

 

As you can ascertain from the photos, it was a bit chilly strolling down to the falls, hence the jacket.  Side note, Taughannock Falls is one of the highest east of the Rocky Mountains with an incredible 215 foot drop.  That's 107 times higher than me, without shoes.  Once we reached the falls, the wind died down a bit and I was able to remove my jacket.  I knew you were wondering.

The park was very nice.  It was good to get out and stretch the old legs a bit.  Personally, that line about wanting to sit inside all day watching TV was a load from my diaper after a lunch of blueberries.  I love to be outside, now that all the snow in NY has finally melted.  Once you get me out of the house, good luck getting me back inside without getting an ear full. 

 

Now the trail down to the falls was about a mile long.  I rode in the stroller for obvious reasons.  The trip down took about a half an hour, more or less.  We stopped a lot along the way to check out the scenery.  However, on the way back to the vehicle, I elected to walk.

  

When you stand two feet tall,walking anywhere takes a while as you can imagine.  I made it back however, well nearly.  I walked 3/4 of a mile back to the car until my dad's bladder told him it was time to hurry things along and he picked me up for the last 1/4 mile of the trip.  I would have walked the whole way were it not for the old man's bladder.  I hope that's not genetic.  I even helped push the stroller on the way back.  I did have to stop and say Hi to a few of the ladies 

walking down to the falls on our trip back.  I'm such a ladies man.  

After the falls, we drove back toward Ithaca and had lunch at a local greasy spoon.  The french fries were good, the nap in the car for the rest of the trip was better.  Hey, walking that far at my age wears a guy out.  But I would not give up the time outside for all the fries in Ithaca.

-Fox out.      

OK, let me try this again.  Hello everyone, my name is Fox.  Welcome to my blog.  Now many of you will recognize that this indeed is not my first blog posting.  Fact of the matter is I am only 18 months old and not that good on the keyboards, or at spelling, or changing my own diapers.  For these reasons, and more, I am at the mercy of whoever is able and willing to sit down at the computer and do a little dictation.  That duty generally falls to my old man.

Lately the old man has been giving me the runaround about sitting at the monitor and putting my thoughts into words.  He kept saying some rubbish about having to paste all my old photos together to create a mosaic for our next posting.  Personally I think it had something to do with his finals, but what do I know, I'm only 18 months old. Regardless, enjoy the mosaic he threw together.  

A lot has happened since my last posting over a month ago.  My Uncle Steve and Aunt Pam had a baby girl!  Cousin Finn now has a baby sister to look after which should be fun.  So, everyone please welcome Rory into the world.  She's very cute by the way.  

Mom, big brother Josh, and I traveled back to Illinois for Aunt Nicki's graduation from ISU.  Congratulations to Nicki!  

On the home front, I have moved up to the toddler room at the daycare.  Personally I find the new room to be a big improvement over the old accommodations.  The food is better, the conversations are more stimulating, I get to go outside and play on the trucks, and the girls are older!  Yup, life is good.        

Well faithful reader, I promise that I will keep you posted with all the goings on here -- now that the old man has the entire summer off (slacker) it should be easier to get him in front of the computer to do a little blogging.  Right now I'm going to take a little nap.  Maybe.  I'll let you know how that goes the next time we chat!  See you then.

- Fox out.     

Play Day

I know, a rare mid week post for me. Well, it was a special day in the life of me, your charming host, the Fox man. Today I had a few friends over for some comradery, some juice, crackers, cheese cubes, and a bit of fruit. You may remember my good pal Demani. Demani, as I am told, is to be a big brother in the near future, twice over in fact. It seems Demani will soon be the older brother to a sister AND a little brother. Yes folks, Demani's mommy is going to have twins -- whatever that means. Apparently when your mommy has twins, you become a big brother twice over. High-five Demani!

In addition to my pal Demani, Caleb came by to visit. Since you have not had the pleasure of meeting Caleb allow me to describe my good pal Caleb to you. Caleb is a bit younger than I am but don't let that fool you. Hah ha, no sir, young Caleb I am certain is destined to play line backer for the 2029 New York Giants. Caleb you see is the younger version of Chicago Bear, Brian Urlacher. Come on, you be the judge ... hard to tell the difference isn't it ... I just hope I keep to Caleb's good side if you know what I mean.

All in all a good time was had by all, moms included. I am sure that we will continue to have great fun in the future.

- Fox out

Fort

Everyone needs a place to call their own. I'm no exception. Welcome to my secret fort. A place to get away from it all, enjoy a nice sippy cup of milk, play a bit of peek-a-boo, and perhaps enjoy a fine pacifier. A fine spot to relax and unwind from a hectic day of chasing the dogs, reading books, climbing the sofa, and generally running a muck.

As you can see, my fort is quite roomy. Plenty of space to stretch out and up. There are two fine windows to let in the light and my fort is light enough that I can move it so as to be closer to the windows should I need to remark on the passing cars that frequent our street. I do not recommend that one lean against the fort however, as it lacks the structural integrity to support the weight of your average 18 month old. One is liable to topple the whole a fair over and bonk one's head.

I will admit the colors are a bit loud in the old fort, like having Big Bird do your decorating. I have a designer coming to make some recommendations, a bit of paint, some throw pillows, a valance or two -- spruce the old fort up you know. Perhaps I'll inquire if she knows a good gardener.



- Fox out.

My First Matchbox

Every boy remembers his first car, 'er well Matchbox in this instance. No exception in my case. My first Matchbox car is unforgettable. A slick 1963 Cadillac Hearse, white of course. It was a Christmas gift to me from Grandpa Mike. If you know Grandpa Mike, this all makes sense to you. At Christmas I was a bit too young to drive it around, but I am plenty big now! I have just recently rediscovered the hearse after digging in my box of toys, now I cannot let it go. I'm even sleeping with the '63 white hearse! It usually ends up on the floor, but try to take it out of my sticky little paws when you lay me down and I'll wake the neighbors! I've never considered the funerary sciences before but who knows ... at least the cars are nice!



- Fox out