HeyRyan.com  Month 10
May 2003
This month, I got to try my first real swing.  Here I am
hanging out with Zoe, waiting for dad to pull it together
and stop taking pictures. "C'mon, big guy, let's go!!"
At first, I wasn't too sure about this whole thing.  But
then I started to like it...and then I started to love
it--laughing hysterically for about 10 straight minutes.
My Grandma Kwee has a lot of family get-togethers in the
summer.  Here I am on her back porch with Uncle Mark.  
He's obviously enjoying my special brand of drool.
Here I am looking like "the man" in my coupe cruiser at
Hayley McGough's birthday party.  I'm sure Zoe was in the
inflatable bounce-house behind me--she a born bouncer.
For some reason, I prefer to use all fours when I travel.  
It's sort of an inverted crab walk.  Very cute stuff.  
Anyway, here I am doing my crab walk at our local park.
I've finally gotten tired of just watching Zoe run around
when we come to the park.  Today was the day I was going
to take this park thing into my own hands.
After a couple of solid hand slams on the first step to
confirm that it could hold my weight, I looked up to get a
fix on the ultimate destination, the yellow tube slide.
That first step was shaping up to be a doozy, so I decided
to swing around to the left and go with the lower profile
option.  Perfect.  At 10" high, this one's more my style.
Hey look, I'm almost halfway there.  That's my sister Zoe
standing nearby to cheer me on. What a great sister--she
always gets excited when I do something crazy.
OK, now the stretch run.  But if there's one thing I'm
good at, it's scaling steps in a flash. I've even mastered
going back down them.  This won't be a problem.
I think I decided to take a brief respite here to catch my
breath and regroup for the final surge to the top.  Only a
few more steps and it will be slide city, baby!!
Check out the determination on my face.  The bulging
triceps, steely stare, clenched jaw--what a god.  I can't be
stopped.  I won't be stopped.  It's showtime.
Now I'm so close I can taste it.  One more big push and
I'll be at the summit, ready to pounce down that slide like
a pro.  I'm practically running.  God I feel great!!
This is where things fizzled out.  I don't think it's that I
got scared, I simply forgot what I was supposed to do next.
Give me a break--I was an egg just a few months ago.
Here's the double-buggy that dad uses to push us up and
back down the hill to the park (editor's note: it's a
hell-walk).  I love riding in this thing and laughing at Zoe.
This series of shots really captures us well.  I'm usually
pleasant, mellow and easily amused.  Zoe is usually loud,
animated and mildly bi-polar.  Aaaaaah, good times.
"OK Zobo, we get it, you're crazy.  Yes, we see you.  No,
we don't really think you're flying at this point.  Umm,
dad, can you please put the camera away?"
Dad always likes the overhead shot to get a different
perspective on things.  I, however, don't really know how
to look straight up in the air yet.  Check back next month.
"OK dad, if you don't stop I'm gonna take that thing right
out of your hands.  C'mon, give me that thing, you fool."
Finally, we get to see what Zoe looks like
for a grand total of about 30 minutes every
day.  She's only serene during Spongebob.
Well, thanks for stopping
by--I thought there were
some pretty fun shots this
month.  The hot weather is
kicking in, so expect some
cheeky bathing suit shots
in the coming months.  
Have a great summer.
-Big Boy
Here's another shot that I'll be sharing with the honies in
a few years.  Yes, I have highly sensitive skin.  Yes, I
require a constant supply of face cream.  So sue me.
Hayley also hooked us up with a bouncy house, which is
now my official favorite place to be.  I try to jump around
like the big kids but I usually have to reach for the ropes.
Hey, it's bouncy time again.  This time, we're at the Tobin
neighborhood picnic.  The good news is that we had this
bad boy to ourselves, so I was able to actually bounce.
Holy crap, I'm really starting to get cute.  Wait a minute,
did I just say "holy crap"?  Hey dad, will you please stop
putting potty words in my mouth--I can't even talk yet.