Mission 18: Give it up for the ladies.

Shipmate Vaughn and I would like to give a shout out to all the fine ladies who made it possible for us to be here with you today. Of course we're talking about Mom, but we're also talking about the woman who made herself into a vessel for us to travel to the present and be with you. We're talking about Amy! Thank you Amy! Thank you Mom! You've done the world a great service!
Pat yourselves on the backs! Soon you will be receiving handmade pencil holders and cut out turkeys made from our hand imprints, but for now, here's the two of us, drool and diaper free! Doesn't that feel nice?

Mission 17 Addendum: (more pics)

A critical success has been achieved by shipmate Vaughn!

We have also moved on to bigger and more important things, such as carrots and butternut squash. These new flavors assault the very cores of our being!

Mission 17 Addendum: (the pics)

Mission 17: Sons of Invention.

I know you think we're pretty amazing. We know we do. We've been working really hard lately, what with entering the sixth month of our integration into this tribal society and all, it's been a busy time. We want you to know that though we care about each and every one of you, and your feelings regarding us, we cannot always be there for you. You see, we have been busy. Busy inventing.
What, you ask? What have those two daring travellers from beyond time been doing with their precious hours between daylight and dusk?
Well, for one thing we have been inventing the concept of teeth. While teeth may seem to be something that you see every day on the street, at the park, or on the floor, they don't just appear magically. These things take a great deal of time and energy to produce. We haven't had a breakthrough yet, but we're close. Alarmingly close.
I myself have been inventing a new type of scream which involves using my entire lung capacity, whereas my shipmate Vaughn has been inventing a new form of drool, so epic, so prolific, it can cover a square foot of fabric in minutes. Feel honored to be reading this. we are pioneers in our fields.
We have also been inventing sitting up, and brace yourselves; eating solids. Mind you, the solids are in the form of a soupy mixture of rice and formula, but hey, no teeth, remember?
Eating is a complex ritual that involves one or two of the parents sitting us down and preparing us food. We then utilize a complex tool called a spoon. I have watched, and it seems to be a rite of passage to graduate from spoon to another device called a fork. We will attempt to rise in the tribal hierarchy until we can use said instrument, but untill then we will have to make do with this spoon thing. It's a tricky device, involving physics and all kinds of other things probably too hard for you to understand. We have also been studying with great interest the way the parents masticate, using their jaw muscles in a ritualistic motion that enables large and tough pieces of food to be digested. We have been mimicking these motions, but the parents seem wary. Instead they have been giving us many strange things to practice these motions on, including various pieces of fabric, objects that have been chilled, and the occasional finger. It has been a busy time, but I believe we are both integrating, and ingratiating to the hosts.
Our trans-time digital image uploader is recharging, so please return later to see the current images we have captured in the name of history.
Oh! Also, we seem to have invented toes! I don't know if there's already a patent out on those, but they are pretty revolutionary.

Intermission...

COME RIDE THE LIGHTNING!



GIVE IN TO YOUR INSTINCTS...






WE'RE IRRESISTIBLE!

Mission 16; The Thrill-a-thon.

We will amaze and delight you. Our powers are sublime. We walk where angels fear to tread. We are truly mighty, my partner and I.




OUR PARENTS ON THE OTHER HAND...



Hoo boy I could write a blog, I tells ya.

Well here's the heads up. As of February 12 we are still hale and healthy boys with a good dose of awesome sauce thrown in. The mind control nanobots have all been assimilated into our bloodstream with no ill side effects. they continue to inject us with new nanobots every visit to the doctor, and yet we resist every time.

I for one am proud of everything we have accomplished thus far. My shipmate however took it upon himself to one up every thing he has done and picked a fight with gravity. Gravity won of course, but I think both Gravity and Vaughn came away with a little respect for eachother from this encounter. Our parents screamed, and were properly terrified of Vaughn's incredible agility, and proceeded to ice his skull where he made the strongest contact with the floor. he sang a good five minute fight song and I was proud of him.

We then all took a quick trip to the doctor's office. I was unclear as to what this was about, but the parents seemed quite concerned for Vaughn. The doctor took a good long look at Vaughn and did several neurostimulation tests with him before pronouncing what he, and I already knew. Vaughn was fine. The doctor then sat back and smiled at our parents. He said "Get ready for this kind of thing as time progresses!" I wasn't clear on the nuance of that statement, but our parents both turned white (or whiter in Dad's case).

I guess I felt a bit of professional jealousy over Vaughn's little stunt, so I have decided to make it known to the parents that I have the ability to turn over onto my stomach and scream really, really, really, loud. That's right. All those calisthenics weren't in vain after all. The parents don't seem as excited about that as they did about Vaughn's little stunt, but in time I think they will learn to appreciate what I can do.

I can also hold a brightly colored wooden thing!


I can almost sit up! By myself!


I mean, yeah sure, Vaughn can too, But I mean it! you've got to mean it. Otherwise it's just charlatanism.


(why does Dad always choose the picture where I'm not doing awesome things? He always goes for my sedate pics!)

Mission 15; Year's End. 3 Months in...

Greetings from us to you! Today my shipmate Vaughn and I have been taking inventory of the adventure so far. Lots to mull over as we sip on our ''08 single malt Similac. One thing is for certain. We are terrifyingly good looking. We hit our three month mark of our journey on the 29th. We can hardly believe how fast the time goes by. We are sure the parental types agree!

There's a lot of talk around the house about preparing for the coming year. The parents have been cleaning house and throwing out trash. Dad seems a little less glum now that he doesn't have to be crisp for Crispness time any more. Mom seems excited about the upcoming year and the new president's inauguration. (We promise that's going to be one to watch!) Dad keeps mentioning something about setting off explosives in the parking lot. We think he must be joking as that is simply crazy. Who blows things up? Honestly?

Apparently there is great sadness in the world as well, people arguing, people going hungry, culture clashes, and even people without homes. Let's try to take them into account as we progress forward. Perhaps I will cry for others suffering in the world now in addition to my own woes. Vaughn has offered to donate his share of formula, as he really wants to keep his svelte profile under control. I say he's crazy, and that the babes really dig the zaftig figure I currently sport. Who knows for sure? To the winner go the spoils! Sorry if our repertoire seems a bit callous, but hey, we're babies after all!

So we've been discussing resolutions. I asked Vaughn what he'd like make his resolution. He thought for a second and said "1200 dpi." I'm not going to try to shoot for anything that grandiose. I'm gonna just go with 300. It looks best in print, from what I understand.

To cap off the end of this year's journey we provide you with pictures of us at 3 months so you can see what makes us just so good!
Aloha, and Mahalo Nui Loa to everyone for taking us into your hearts and minds! See you in 2009!