working hard for the money

with pirate camp registration all taken care of (and was that a pain in the booty!), i've channeled my inner rhythm for my next source employment.  every friday daddy packs me all up and takes me to the studio to get some work done.  enjoy these pics of me rockin' out while mommy figures out how to upload my first hit single

J-O-B

that's right laadies and gents...i've got myself a J-O-B.  daddy keeps talking about interviews and planning and building for this pirate thing he does every summer.  frankly, i got sick of hearing about it, so i strapped on my robeez and crawled over to the club to help out.  bjenks40 was kind enough to lend me her desk.  i'm hoping to have all of the registration details taken care of by friday.

talent

by now, everyone knows i'm 'big time'.  i crawl, i sit, i stand.  but the true test of 'big time' status is contortion.  this is what truly makes me 'big time'.i learned very quickly how to go from laying to sitting.  i practiced for many hours in my bed.  lay and whine, sit and whine, lay and whine, sit and whine.  at some point i got tired--obviously my whines for attention went unrequited--leaned forward in the seated position to rest my head on the super soft bumper (compliments of aunt annie) and rested my eye lids for a few minutes.  no harm no foul.  unfortunately, mom caught it on the monitor--guess she's really not going to come back when i whine now.

i'm not all to sure when i tipped to the side (booty and legs still in the seated position).

it is not until one can contort their body in such a way and still manage to stay asleep that they can be considered 'big time'

i'm big time