Halloween!

I was a baseball guy! Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, Grandpa, and I went to Aunt Sue and Aunt Sheri's house to trick or treat, and I was a trooper. I walked up and down lots of big hills in the cold, and went to lots of houses, and ate lots of candy. It was so much fun!



Photos by Grandpa!

Super Cool

It went to eleven

I have survived my very first rock show. Woo! I am hard core.

They Might Be Giants had a family show in Madison today, and as I am a huge fan of "Here Come the 123s" and "Here Come the ABCs," Mommy and Daddy got us all tickets. I was a little uncertain at first, since it was dark and there were so many people. We sat way up at the back of the balcony, and I clung to Mommy like a baby monkey. The band started out by playing one of my favorite songs ever, "The Seven Days of the Week," which helped. I was not a fan of the ear plugs M&D brought, but I found out that if I put one ear on Mommy's cheek and Mommy put her hand over my other ear, that made for good sound balance. In between songs, I remarked, "It's going to be loud soon." I watched intently and at the end of the show, I clapped and blew TMBG a kiss. They handed out sticker sheets (we got ours from Marty Beller), and I spent the car ride home putting stickers on my legs. Mommy and Daddy aren't really sure what I thought of the concert, since when they ask me about it all I say is, "It was loud." I liked the hand stamp and the stickers, though, and probably don't have permanent hearing damage.

And then we went home and watched the whole DVD for "Here Comes Science." Woo!

Goodbye, summer

Fall fell. But before it did, we made it to the Splash Park one more time.

The many faces of Liev

Grumpy

Cake-covered

Eraserheady

Exultant!

I'm a real redhead now!

Check out my very first freckles!

Baseball tips

What I learned from our very own college-level summer baseball team, the Madison Mallards:



Other key concepts I have internalized, but did not discuss above: a big guy throws the ball. Then, a big guy tries to wack the ball! Sometimes, another big guy catches the ball.

A note for those with extremely good screen resolution: no, my name isn't Josh - I just got a really good deal on my vintage YMCA tee ball shirt.