YEAR THREE: ATOMIC SKIBADEE

We begin our third year completely inundated with awesome.

We have so much to catch up on.  We are in our first semester of preschool.  We speak in full english sentences.  Today Jax spelled "W-H-O" and said it as a word.  Jax sings constantly, and I like drawing pictures and building cars with Lego.  Today  we got home from the park and put on a birthday present from our Uncle Brian.  These awesome T-shirts.  They fit marvelously and allow us a lot of room to grow!

Dad has a lot of pictures to upload, but he wanted to put something up since its been so long.  We hope you enjoy!  Happy 9th anniversary Mom & Dad, that's cool and all, but our birthday was way funner.

Seconds before Mom came in and yelled at all of us.

No stuntmen were harmed in the making of this photograph. Seriously.

MISSION 20: THE YEAR IN REVIEW, OR BABY STEPS

Well, that about wraps it up for the under one crowd. Sorry to have left you in the dust, but we have things to accomplish, my shipmate and I. Today Vaughn and I became one. (Well, age-wise, not physically, because that technology hasn't been invented yet.) That's right, true-believers. This mission has eaten up a year of our lives so far, and we have no intention of slowing down. Each day we progress, we get faster, smarter and exponentially more good looking. You can't stop our uniqueness. Why would you even try? Just stand back and let us roll on through. Here's to the dawn of the age of supermodel/astronaut/presidents!

Mission Supplement; The Plan is set in Motion

It's the deep end of the summer season here in our tribal compound. We have experienced all sorts of confusing rituals that the parent types call "baby proofing". What it primarily involves is making things harder for me and my shipmate Vaughn to do. We can't figure it out for the life of us, but it seems to occupy our parents to no end. I have recently begun a complex new routine which involves mimicking tribal elder moves, such as standing upright and stepping forward incrementally. This is very difficult to perform. And the parent types have the nerve to put barricades in my way!?! Perhaps it is yet another tribal initiation. Vaughn has been doing a series of cryptic hand gestures that generates a buzz of delight from the elders, who shout "Yay" whenever he performs the action. Apparently it simulates applause for the people of this time period.
At any rate, we are strong, and we believe we have assimilated into the pack. The end of next month will mark our anniversary of living with the tribe. We are excited, as it seems there is some sort of celebration that takes place. I hear that the illumination devices we know as candles are placed atop baked goods. It sounds radical.
We are holding out and trying our very best to overcome the challenges set before us. Our will is resolute, confidence is high.



"This makes absolutely no sense. What the heck? Is this some sort of crazy force field? That shouldn't exist yet!"