The Three Amigos

That's Mom, Dad, and I out in the snow. Earth to Mom: I can stand on my own now, thank you very much.

Snow Bunnies

The temporary relocation to Centreville was a lot of fun. I got to hang out with my cute second cousins and their many friends. Plus, Mom and Dad could hang out and relax, knowing I had a half-dozen babysitters at all times. It was a real win-win.

Best in Snow

After "we" made snow angels, Mom picked me up. They all thought it was funny to call me "Beckcicle," but I was shivering too hard to laugh.

Snow Angels

No children were harmed in the manufacturing of this snow angel. The things I have to put up with!

'Twas A Clear Running Stream the Little Ladybug Sat Beside, But Along Came a Spider Who Sucked Out Her Insides

I really enjoy reading with Mom. Here we're enjoying "Ten Little Ladybugs," a harrowing tale of ten ladybugs being dispatched in ten progressively more violent ways. Good read.

Sing us a song, you're the piano man.

BEcause of the aforementioned plumbing malfunction, Mom, Dad and I relocated to Centreville for the weekend. Mom's cousin and her family live out there. Big draws were the running water and flushing toilets that were available...but I also I took advantage of their piano, banging out a few showtunes after dinner. The Pendletons, being from Oklahoma, really appreciated my rendition of "Surrey with the Fringe on Top."

Plumb Bob Square Pants

You may have noticed that I'm posting this at 2:03am. That'd be because the plumber is still here keeping me awake. He got here this afternoon. Apparently our new house needs a 150 ft. "snake" repeatedly rammed through it. I know what I need...that like a soft spot in the head.Here's what the bathroom looks like right now.

Shower Scene 1

That was then.

That's my Dad and Grandpa Rowson, sometime in 1977.

Oh, and Dad, the zoo called, they need their baby monkey back.

Shower Scene 2

This is now.

And is it just me, or do us Rowson guys spend a lot of time in the buff? That's fine, in and of itself, but would it kill ya to hit the gym once in a while before posting these online?

Eye of the Tiger

The cat has been warned. Seriously, such a look of determination.

Happy Tent

Looks like it's about time to break out "the happy tent." For those of you not in the know, that was the term my Rowson grandparents termed the crib restraint device otherwise known as a mesh prison.

Vanity Stare

Ooh, I'm the cutest!