Wednesday, July 31, 2013

No pants party

Here at the Veltman household we like to dine in our skivvies. Mom and dad say it makes it easier to hose me off after dinner. I don't mind, except for all the wedgies... I'm looking at you dad!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Twinsies

Hmm...bright blue shirt, black pants...just so you know, I got dressed first.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Fists of fury

I started doing some funky fist flailing a few days ago, just for kicks (hits?). Now I've even got Dad copying my kung fu style!

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Sweet ride

In the hiking backpack, I discovered I can use Dad's hair as reins.

Toys R Us, ho!

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Scooper fun

Want to know what I think of Mom using my sand toys for non-sand purposes? Here's the scoop!

Friday, July 26, 2013

Car seat photo shoot

Oh great, Mom. More pictures.

Will this do?

No? Tough crowd.

Okay, fine. How about a glamour shot?

Mo-oooom! (A face I plan to reuse during the teenage years.)

Okay, I'm coming atcha with everything I've got:

Satisfied? I thought so.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Click clack

I learn how to make new sounds all the time!

Then I keep making them...all the time.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Gardening

Had a fun visit to Gilroy Gardens with Mom and Dad today. It was a hot one, but we all stayed hydrated, and enjoyed roaming the shady grounds and riding a few mellow rides.

Monday, July 22, 2013

A question from Grandpa

Grandpa V: Hey Linc, who shares a quarter of your genes and is celebrating a birthday today?

Linc: This guy!

Sunday, July 21, 2013

A.M. explorations

Who doesn't love an early morning stroll along the tranquil Pacific coast, the misty breeze ruffling your hair, the only sounds the steady crashing of waves against the shore and your soft footfalls on the sand-covered earth?

ME.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Stripey strides

On a walk at Point Lobos, my abundance of stripes elicited an abundance of smiles from fellow walkers.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Foot fetish

Getting to know potential future girlfriend Katie...well, her feet at least!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

A visitor from New York

Highlights from today included prodigious prune-induced pooping and playtime with Darcy!

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Sunday, July 14, 2013

VC party

Had a transatlantic video chat with Uncle Nono and "Aunt" Nicky this weekend.

At first I wasn't too sure about it.

But then I started to warm up.

Then I really warmed up!

Mom came by, and gave me a snack: her hair!

Then things got weird.

A good time was had by all.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Emma hugs

Happy birthday to my nanny, Emma!

We have such an awesome time playing together when Mom and Dad are at work. I'm always happy to see her in the morning.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Thursday, July 11, 2013

The fuzz!

I look pleased here because I'm thinking about all the fuzzballs I'm going to try to eat from the rug.

Wait, I can't eat them? But...the fuzzballs...

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Walks with Pops

This weekend we went for a short hike at Windy Hill. It was a hot one, but I kept shady on Dad's back.

We also got out of the house early one day and did a walk up to the Stanford Dish. It was a chilly one, but I kept cozy under Gege's blanket.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Ten months old...think it's time for a haircut, or should I keep rockin' this fuzzy mullet until a year?

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Like mother like son

Mom and I are like two peas in a pod. It's not playing with your food when you're trying to create the perfect bite! Dad will cram anything in to his piehole, but Mom and I are more selective.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Cousin chat

On the fourth of July, I messily sampled a few olallieberries, then invited my cousin Zoe for a chat about our independence day dinner.

As you can see, we had a good discussion.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Finished!

Mom and Dad think I might've learned the sign for "all done." It's a little hard to tell, because I only use it during mealtime. And sometimes before the meal has even started!

Monday, July 1, 2013

Grocery fun

Going to the grocery store with Mom is about as fun as having my temperature taken. Rectally.

Just kidding! Neither of those things is all that bad.