Spencerdamus

I'd like to take a few minutes to quote myself from my November 6th blog posting:

"My prediction: Bristol's engagement will be off by Monday. In fact, it's probably off already and they're trying to get back the deposit on the wedding igloo."

OK, so it took a little while longer to negotiate with Nukchuck the igloo owner than was anticipated, but Levi finally got some sense. What real man wants a child named Blurg or Radial anyway?

I'll admit my blog postings have become a little less frequent lately. I think my mom and dad have slowed down their picture taking and video taking, and I have to admit I'm a little bit offended. Everyone warned me this would happen....

So I have a new favorite activity: bathing. I love taking baths these days! Especially now that when I fall under the water I can pick myself up and not completely freak out either me or my parents. My hair is SOOOO long lately that it makes for some great bath pictures....


Here's my dad doing the tidal wave!





I love it when my dad pours water on his own head!







I still love my Spencer chair - and I'm getting so big for it!!






Here I am taking a pratfall that even Chevy Chase would admire. Notice how I hop right back up as if to say "nobody saw that!"





Don't get the wrong idea here...I didn't DRINK the beer, I just loved sucking on the cold bottle. But it smelled SOOO good.




Even though I didn't have a single sip, doesn't it look like there was some terribly cute beergoggling going on....





OK, here's my favorite video in a long time - sometimes I forget that my dad isn't an inanimate object...





Love,
Spencer

back from boston

I took my first visit to Boston this past weekend. According to my parents, Boston is the city where they met, fell in love, and decided they were going to make a Spencer. I don't know what that means, but if they ever tell me a stork was involved I'll know they're not being straight with me. I'm WAY too heavy for a stork to carry.

All in all, I loved Boston, you know, except that I have decided that I'm a California boy who really doesn't like the winter. Did you know that standing outside in 30 degree weather without mittens will make your hands really, really cold? I don't think humans were meant to live in such a harsh climate. And humans weren't meant to speak with Boston accents, either. But I digress.

Let me start off, dear readers, with a few terribly cute pictures of me, including one where I'm channeling an 18th century british lord guffawing. The first picture really shows how I'm filling out my Spencer chair, doesn't it? Remember when I fit entirely in the seat? I'm like a giant.




Not only do I like to guffaw like an 18th century british, lord, but I love to giggle in general. This one's a bit embarrassing, but once I start laughing it's tough to stay upright!



Here's a short clip of me and Kiley playing - you know what they say, when a boy tries to shove a girl into a cabinet, he's really telling her how much he likes her...



I've been spending a lot of time climbing on my dad recently. Every time he relaxes on the floor, I jump on top of him!



Here's one of my new favorite clips - what energetic young boy doesn't like to chase bubbles?


In Boston I got to see my Aunt Belinda again! We went to the playground and had a ton of fun. Well, if you ignore the frostbite. Here I am in the swing....




And playing with my Aunt Belinda around the splinter-ridden wooden fence - they need to babyproof that place!




OK, this is the cutest picture of me and my mom....ever!





We went to Boston for a bit of a reunion with my mom's friends from medical school. We stayed in a beautiful house on the beach in Plymouth, which is where Plymouth Rock is, which is, apparently, NOT where the Mayflower landed despite what my parents' American history textbooks said. I think the only thing that ever landed on Plymouth Rock was seagull poop.

Here I am with my mom on the amazing lawn that led from the house to the beach...




And here I am with my dad too...he didn't go to medical school but he's still ok.




There were 4 boys under the age of 3 in the house...and if you're a raging conservative you'd probably say there were 6 given that two of the women were pregnant. That's a lot of infant testosterone - needless to say the parents were exhausted!





Remember my friend Jacob from Mexico? He was there too. Apparently he now considers me one of the family, so much so that he's willing to try to eat my apple right out of my hand!





As much fun as I had in Boston, it was good to get home. Here I am wandering around the airport - 2+ hour delay before heading back to San Francisco! Ouch. That terrible sound you here was the fire alarm - apparently I was just too hot for the airport to handle!


Love,
Spencer