Momma in a Tizzy

Somebody help my momma, please. She is spinning in circles, talking about some woman named AmyW that is coming to visit. And I suspect we are going somewhere because all of my stuff is being rearranged and crowded around the door. She says I'm going to love this AmyW. The suspense is thrilling, I admit. I think I'll shake things up a bit by refusing to nap well.

kisses, Buckaroo

p.s. this shirt is brought to you from the talented Miss Yuki. Again, another allegedly fabulous woman I've yet to meet.

Retrospective

Well, today is the 2nd wedding anniversary for Momma and Dadda. They left me in the delightful company of my paternal grandparents (whom I understand are called "Grandma" and "Grandpa"), and stepped out for a short bit last night. I spent some time being nonplussed about the situation, but the grandparents seemed willing to put up with me nonetheless.

Anyway, today I can see that Momma is feeling reflective, and full of musings. So, I thought she'd like to see this little set of pics from my very early days. Dadda took the pics, which I personally think are darling. Enjoy.


Til later,
Buckaroo

Avant Garde

So, my producer here is feeling rather artsy this morning, thus we are presenting you with some more impressionistic images of me. We intend to impress upon you how movement permeates my reality.
I'm here but I'm not still. I stay in motion to keep the viewer nimble. Perhaps my movements are seemingly not in proper relation to my environment, defiant of physics.

Do you feel uncomfortable?

And yet, I don't want to alienate the viewer; I want to remain an attractive spectacle - one that is, somehow, relate-able, canny and sympathetic for the viewer. Pleasant colors, adorable human form.
But, ultimately, as the artist and performer, it is my own personal expression that remains sacrosanct, whether that be at the cost of the viewer or not. True, I need you - the viewer- to validate the creation, but I need me more.

Plus, I'm super cute and I know you'll come back.

Cheerio,
Buckaroo

Eastward ho!

This last weekend Momma and Dadda put a bunch of stuff in the car, including me, and we drove east to the town of Winthrop. Dadda's cousin was getting married at a beautiful spot there. We stayed in a condo with Genevieve and her parents, which was super awesome.
Along the way we saw a small chapel, which seemed just about the right size for me. I felt it was important to stop and offer our humble thoughts and prayers. I, for one, had no idea what was in store with this whole weekend.
The chapel was a sweet little place. Momma fretted that it might be inappropriate to take photos, but we assured her our intentions were good. (Or at least not too terribly bad.) I wanted to stay longer but there was so much talk about "getting there". I tell you, when big people are hungry, its all you hear about.
Here we are, at a brewery in the Winthrop place. Momma and I are each deep in our own thoughts. Heaven knows what she's thinking about. I'm wondering about the pretty trees and sunshine. There was much more sunshine, and things weren't quite as green and wet over there. It was lovely in its own way. Winthrop is an old-timey Western-themed bend in the road. Pretty fun strolling around.

Back at the condo...
I was hangin' with my main lady Genevieve. Here I'm trying to show her my muscles. She can be pretty indifferent when she wants to. But then sometimes...
...sometimes she's capable of quite an impressive grip.

I don't know what's become of the photos from the actual wedding. It was quite an experience, let me tell you. Tons of people, both big and small, and everyone was very excited about being there. I was thrilled to see Grandma and Grandpa Smith were there. I got to hang with them quite a bit. After the big people ate there was lots of loud music and everyone danced around, which is a new and bewildering experience for me. I danced with Dadda and Momma a lot.

It was definitely the longest car ride I've undertaken. I managed to sleep away most of it, which seemed to please my folks. But some of it, towards the end, I just couldn't put up with, and so I had to talk very loudly about it. A lot. Eventually we got home. Whew!

Reminiscing

So, while chewing on my plastic cow (non-bpa, hello.), I got to thinking about how I really ought to offer you a bit of my portfolio from the early days. Though humble, I am still proud.

I offer you a few images:
Here we have a picture of moi posed on Grandma's quilt that she made especially for me. This is one of the images from a time before I had "grown into my nose", as I've distastefully been told (by my own father, no less.).

And here's a shot of me passed out on momma's shoulder. It's hard work being a newborn.

Even though it is mostly hard work, we sometimes pause to consider bewildering phenomena, such as how the small pointy thing on my hand goes in the tiny hole on my face. I remember it as not unpleasant but difficult to achieve.

Another sleeping shot. Aahhh, back in the day when I was still sleeping with momma and dadda. These days I sleep in my own bed. Hmph. I mean, its not so bad but sleeping in the big bed is waaaaay better. But I've heard reports of my somnolent self making for a poor bedfellow; I guess now that I'm super big I take up too much room or scoot around or poke and kick or demand boobie too much. Whatevs. They're the ones missing out.

Oh yes. Aunt Shelly. Few are her equal. I instantly recognized a devotee. Can't have too many. Let's not dwell on the fact that my eyes are, well, crossed. It was temporary. So annoying how I had to put up with all the childish giggles from momma and dadda whenever my eyes did this. Seriously.

I felt I should give some attention to Critter the Wild Animal that is allowed to live with us. He has always only offered his indifference to me, though he will sometimes feign affection just to sniff me. In this image here, I am the indifferent one, which tickles me. Again, Grandma's fine quilt.

Finally. Ooof, this must be, like, day two. I'm terribly diminutive in stature. Can hardly stand to look at those scrawny legs. My legs are now, I assure you, strong and substantial. Though I must say that in this image my pose foreshadows my physical prowess. Dadda likes to say that I'm already poised to catch a football. I hear a lot of talk about this "football." Remains to be seen.

Soon, we'll move on to other images where I'm not so incredibly new and befuddled. Good night for now.

-Buckaroo

Camo Baby

These are from almost 2 months ago. Momma was feeling clever, I think. If you squint your eyes, I look like a floating head!
This next one it looks more like I'm humoring her. But I'm cute nonetheless.



Hasta luego.
-Buckaroo

I think momma intended to alert you to my presence a while ago, like when I was very wee. But, here we are, 6 months old already and just now getting to our public.

I've recently started this new eating thing. What an experience. A special chair. Goofy "spoon" instruments to chew on and practice my special skills. Odd, mushy substances in frightful colors. At first I felt it all lacked dignity. This didn't look or feel as delightful as the sight of momma and dadda eating all their fabulous foods. But I'm getting the hang of it. I find particular pleasure in the redistribution of the food substances to my surroundings and person.
Here I am in the chair, being placated with a non-food item. As you can see, the parents have taken a "why bother" approach to keeping the chair clean.
Here is my spoonsaber. I usually spend a good deal of energy wrestling it out of momma's hand. Way more fun than the actual eating.
And here I show you that I can actually direct the food into my mouth, should I chose to.

More fun than eating is getting clean! But only if dadda does it. Momma still hasn't gotten her technique down so its still a real drag getting cleaned up by her. But dadda takes the bull by the horns, as they say:

This sink place is fun! And the faucet thing is a blast! Why don't I get to hang in here more often?

Look how well I fit.


Ciao for now. -Buckaroo