Team Turner: More catch-up, please...

NEWS FLASH:

I LOVE GOATS.

A few months ago, mommy and dada did a brilliant thing. They bought me a zoo membership. This is good because I love amulsh (animals). Jungle Jack Hanna has assembled a world-renowned collection of rare and endangered species from all over the world, but I pretty much just love the GOATS! And the aquarium. And the monkeys. And the tiger.

This is me on one of the ho-sheesh (horses). Jeez, Mom, take the training wheels off already - I got this.

This is me feigning fear of the beer (bear). I wasn't really scared.

Uncle Bri-een and Ann got to haul me around while I took in the sights. You can't see it in this picture, but there was a masseuse there, too. In case I got tight.

Here I am explaining to Dada why I prefer watching a tiger sleep to watching a hammy (elephant) who was actually walking around any day. I like to do my tiger walk and roar to demonstrate.

Here I am reading to my Uncle Brian. He and I are always sharing a laugh. He's going to law school, which means when I turn 16, he'll buy me a Porsche. I just know he will. He and Ann love to hang with the Sadester.

If there's one place where I feel truly at peace, it's in my GG's yard. Here I am appreciating the lovely day.

Anne Geddes, eat your heart out. I'm downright cherubic.

I think this is when I realized that I had lost a contact.

Excuse me, Mr. Caterpillar - will you turn into a butterfly please?

I love exploring. Almost everything fascinates me. And there's no better place for exploring than at my GG's. They have been so much fun, letting me crash at their place when mommy has classes. I love you, GG and gg!

Admiring the flerrs (flowers). This one almost looks like a butterfly!

One needs to hydrate.

I'm off!

Hi guys! (I say that a lot now. It's cuter than you'd think. And that's assuming you'd think it was really cute.)

I am particularly fond of kicks (sticks). Which makes sense, because they are awesome.

I like Henry. He gets me. In trouble!

Can't catch me!
(Well, probably you can. It's just a figure of speech, man.)

What?

Ladder ball, schmadder ball. Step aside.

Daddy and Cold (Cole). I am especially impressed by Cole. I will stare at him for long stretches of time. He and I have become great friends. You wouldn't think an ex-miltary guy would be all that cuddly, but the world is full of surprises. I like to ask him, as people walk by, "Hey, could you beat that guy up? What about that guy?"

The answer is, of course, always YES.

Mister Anthony and Aunt Molly. Aunt Molly laughs so much that's impossible not to have fun when she's around. She's also an established smoocher and hugger. Mister Anthony is a published journalist, and probably a giant. Which is also cool.

My dada and my GG. Two guys I like a whole bunch. One of them spoils me. Guess which one!

Just thinking about goats again.

My GG loves to say, "Whoa horse!"

There's my contact!

In this shot, I am making my cousin June jealous by flaunting by ladder ball jewelry. She expressed her envy by being cute. Typical.

Aunt Jill, seen here sucking the snake venom from a fresh bite in my cousin (she survived, though she had to relocate to the deep south to recuperate in the warm weather), is another one of my peeps. Aunt Jill is going back to school soon, and I will miss her.