Mission 19; Prison Break!

So here's what happens when you are famous. People get close to you. People want to be around you all the time. What does that mean? Germs. That's right, I said it. germs. Let me tell you about germs. They are a lousy way to spend a few days.
Germs mean your friends can't come and play. Germs mean you get put into a quarantine facility (see above), and are limited to 16 meltdowns a day. Germs mean nasal aspiration, which makes even the most hardened jaded time travelers weep like babies. Germs are no picnic, folks. So don't get any.
If you haven't guessed already, my shipmate and I caught some germs. these were the sneezing and coughing variety of germs. I guess it was to be expected with our popularity. I can say this. WE HATED IT.
We had to stay home a lot and didn't really feel like eating, which (in my opinion) is the best part of the day. we did get a whole lot more attention and baths, which was fine and all, but attention isn't much fun if you can't enjoy it, you know?
It's tough on the inside.

I think Mom and Dad felt pretty down that we got stuck at home as long as we did, so they took us to another prison facility once we felt well enough to travel. This was a curious facility, full of brightly colored mammals, reptiles and birds. Vaughn was quite keen on plumage, but I was rather taken with the amount of small humans running around this facility. I think we may need to visit again someday (although Dad assures us we have actually already been there several times. Must be his advanced age confusing him. I think I'd remember!)




At any rate, seeing all the multi legged inmates did wonders for our constitution, and our appetites. We are back to our usual amazing selves, we are loud and boisterous! Best of all, we are eating again!! So much yogurt, zucchini, and spinach! Life is pretty sweet on the outside!

Parental supplement: Movers and Shakers.

Hey folks. It's Jax & Vaughn's dad here to tell you the current news. J&V are busy sleeping off yet another day of voracious activity. Here's what's new. They are eight months old. Both guys have teeth, Jax is sporting two bottom and two top teeth, and Vaughn is right behind him. Both guys are crawling like champs, both are able to stand, but Vaughn isn't as interested in sports as he is the humanities. But he does love receiving massage from his brother.

Both of them are eating "solids" and mostly liking it. We've gone through most of the basic starter foods, and almost everything has been well received (peas are gross).
We've had some visits from Tutu Lynette, and Finn Gillespie.
They have been fine times with music and dancing!
Jax and Vaughn were too tired to really say it,
but they wanted to convey how much they appreciate your good wishes and attention, please visit them often, if not in person , then head over here and we'll try to occasionally surprise you with some new pictures!

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!