Anatomy 101

"Miles, where's your nose buddy?"

A summertime right of passage

Mauling watermelon!

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Viva La Fiesta!

Growing up in Santa Barbara means that every year you spend about 5 days celebrating Old Spanish Days, or "Fiesta!" as we like to call it. This year, for my first Fiesta, my parents and I walked in the Children's Parade with other members of our PEP Group. We had a great time getting my stroller dolled-up and striding down State Street. It was really nice that all of these people came out just to see me. I made it through the whole parade - awake and clapping to my crowd of adorers. Some of my other buddies don't have the staying capacity, but I never leave my fans hanging. Also, from what I can understand, "Fiesta" is Santa Barbarian for massive hangover. Mamaaaa! Dadaaaa!

Presents!!

Wow - it's been a busy couple of weeks, I am sorry that I have not been able to blog much. A couple weeks ago, my parents threw me a party to celebrate my first birthday. It was fantastic! Lots of friends and family came to visit me and I partied so hard that I slept for 13 hours that night. I woke up half-naked surrounded by gifts. I hope every birthday is this much fun!