Pick Me Up!

Tiger!!

Waiting for Dad to come home

Hey folks,
Here is a movie about me and my mom chillin' at the crib, waiting for my Dad to come home. If you can't see it, try clicking this link:
http://youngestyounger.blogspot.com/
Peace,
Rory

Fourth of July Haircut

Hi Folks,
I have some scary news. One of my best features was trimmed over the holiday weekend. It's too tramatic to even talk about, so I'll let these pictures tell the story. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers - you'll see the old guy in the mall who talked me down off the ledge and made me realize that I have many, many other cute features to compensate. I'll write more later when I've had time to recover.
Peace,
The Roar

Catch me if you can

Hey folks,
Sorry I've been out of touch recently, but life is hard when fans are swarming you, even on your day off. For the Mom's birthday I took her to one of my favorite spots, Central Park. The paparazzi, they followed me. I tried to run away, (and I do run really fast, the Dad calls me "Flash") but one nice lady paparazzi, she was on me like honey on a honeycomb. Hmm, that sounds good. Her name was Claudette Ginter, by the way, and she sent these pics.
Enjoy,
Rory

Happy Easter!

Hey folks,
Happy Easter!You may have already heard of my egg hunting triumph, but now I have the pictures to prove it. There were quite a few so the mom is attaching the whole lot here as a slideshow. And, as a bonus feature, there are some shots of me trying to escape the paparazzi on Easter Sunday morning. There are no days off when you're famous like me.

Peace y'all
Rory
PS. If got this in an email you may have to click here to see the slideshow:
http://youngestyounger.blogspot.com
Remember to click the little arrow at the bottom left, Grannie.

Welcome students!

The shirt says "Hero in Training"
In training? I could teach a class!

Wanna Bite?

Rory discovered English Muffins

Hey folks,
So the Mom started her own blog - I think she wants to be like me. (I try to be a role model.) She says it's not going to be all about me, but three of her first posts are ALL about me. She can't stay away. So, I thought I'd help her promote her blog here. If you wanna check it out the address is:
http://vanessasy.tumblr.com/
But I'll paste the three entries that are about me below.
Peace y'all,
Rory


Egg Hunt

Today my husband and I are taking our 17 month old son, Rory, to the park for an Easter Egg Hunt. Should be interesting since Rory has recently discovered the attention getting power of The Temper Tantrum. I can’t WAIT until some poor unsuspecting kid goes for the same egg that Rory wanted and Rory does a pavement body slam and shrieks to the gods. This week Rory was given a helium balloon by an unsuspecting do-gooder. He obsessed over the balloon, refusing to let it go so I could put him back in the stroller. Sucker that I am, I let him walk along side the stroller so he could hold the balloon and all would be happiness and laughter. Ha. About a block or so into this little stroll, Rory let go of the balloon and it floated right out of his hand. Tragedy! Rory screamed, arched his back, kicked his arms and legs, laid on the ground (a crowded NYC sidewalk, naturally) and, in all, made a complete spectacle of the two of us. Please note that while this show of displeasure was going on, the balloon was TIED to the stroller, not even a foot over his head. All right, chicken soup for the soul, I get it; there’s a lesson in that for me too.

Egg Smackdown

My son met the 2 egg limit at the Easter Egg hunt astonishingly fast. I have to admit, it made me proud. Granted, most of the other toddlers were more interested in sticks and dead leaves than pastel plastic eggs filled with choking-hazard-prizes. But not my boy! He shoulder blocked a little girl in pink and nearly tackled a runny nosed boy in a parka. Once he had his Two, he held them up over his head and slammed them on the pavement several times. I think to prove what a simple task it was for one such as He.

Mittens

Every day Rory has a new obsession. Today it is the paw mittens that only a few weeks ago he refused to wear. I pity the fool who tries to take them off!

My Crib

Hey folks,

Since it's been so cold out lately, I've been hangin' out at the crib a lot.
Here are some behind the scenes pics of My Room . . . The Wall of FAME

Warming up for my gig on the big white Bongo

Where's Rory? . . . Where's Rory?

I keep this next to my Grammy.

No monkey business

Genius at work.


And here are two super short videos:
the first is of me exercising my vocabulary,
the second is of me exercising my physique. Enjoy.
Peace out y'all,
Rory