"Little Doughnuts"

I think the theme, "Photos of Tucker with food" is getting a little played out, but I do spend most of my waking hours eating. Those of you who know my Dad know that I come by this honestly.

This latest installment is pretty self-explanatory: Mom and Aunt Maggie went to the store, purchased a box of munchkins (or "little doughnuts" as they like to be called these days) and then let Jack and I go to town.

Here I do my best chipmunk impression, cramming a powdered "little doughnut" into my mouth and then taking a bite of a chocolate honey dipped before I swallow.



P.S. Doughnuts make me think of Mikey P. I want to send him a special shout out. We sure are glad he is back in Baltimore and not with Scott and Randy at Club Fed.

Jam Session

I'm no Max Roach (at least not yet) but I love playing the drums. SC's snare is a little tall for me so Dad gave me a boost and helped me warm up. By the time Mom and Dad got back from the gym, Poopsie, SC and I were in full swing. SC on cymbals, Poopsie on Maracas and me on drums.

In the Pool with Poopsie

I know that Dad fancies himself a skier and is into cold weather and all, but I think he's nuts. With temps in the teens to upper twenties and snow on the ground in DC, I fled to Florida to do a little "snowbirding" with Poopsie and SC.
Here I am doing my best Superman impression after they dunked me. Hey Mom - look at the water beading on my face - it looks like you turtle waxed my face with sunscreen!

Greg's Bagels: Big Thumbs Up

My name is Tucker, and I am addicted to Greg's bagels. I have a baker's dozen a week habit. I'm not proud of it, but I will say that no matter what else is going on, even the smallest bagel fix brings a smile to my face and a big thumbs up!