Halloween

 I celebrated Halloween with all of my PEPS friends.  I am the super-scary skeleton.  Those are not my real bones, though. 

My parents also dressed me up as a Dalmatian, but I liked being a skeleton better.

Annual Traditions

 We have an annual tradition of going to the pumpkin patch in October to look at pumpkins and wander through a corn maze (spoiler: if you always take a right turn in the maze, you get to the exit).  I even got my picture taken as a scaredy-crow.  This was our first annual visit, but we are planning on coming back every year.  We may even bring a pumpkin home with us next time.

Mr. GQ and his dad.

Seabrook

We traveled out to the coast to visit some of mommy's friends.  They live in a cute little community called Seabrook where they have cute little houses and cottages and beach houses.  It is a Subarubia in the middle of the forest where everyone comes out of their beach houses in the evening and walks around, then roasts marshmallows in the communal firepit and plays horseshoes and Bocce Ball with each other.  Mommy is a champ at Bocce, although daddy calls it "beginner's luck".

Jungle Gym Training Schedule

What a day.  Five minutes of leg kicks, ten minutes on the rings, followed by five more minutes of caterpillar-fighting.
Now I am pooped!  (heh heh, I said "pooped").

Plane Ride to the Bay Area

I'm hanging out with Fred and Elly

 I got to fly down to the Bay Area for my cousin Annie's wedding reception party.  She got married a couple weeks ago, but they decided to have another party for all their friends.  I guess it runs in the extended family.  Anyways, I got to meet my aunt Elly and Uncle Fred, who provided some tasty food for select friends and family on Saturday evening.  I also got to meet my Uncle Wayne.  I bet he never thought he'd be an uncle.  In any case, it was great fun.  I even got to meet my cousin Annie and Brendan.  I don't have any pics right now of them as I got too involved in a spirited game of frog racing and forgot to take any.  They're pretty good looking, though; you'll just have to take my word for it.

Wayne, for those of us who can't read.

Directors Cut

Cut!  Cut!  Come on people, we're trying to make a movie here!  How many times do I have to tell you that the horsies need to be smiling when they do that dance number?  Who wants to see frowny-faced horsies?  OK, do it again from the top.  And we need a little more cow bell.