Tucker Robbins

James Tucker Robbins (a.k.a. "Tucker"): While I am proud to be the latest in a long line of "James" in our family, for the sake of originality I am going to go by "Tucker" for now. Tucker the boy, not the car, the guy with the bow tie on Fox or the player of the year candidate from Wisconsin. With Parents from Baltimore, I'm just happy I didn't wind up with something too cutsie (Skip, Scooter, etc.) and/or androgynous (Carey, Casey, etc.).

Friday, July 25, 2008

First Jeep

I've seen these photos of a kid that looks like Dadu, but with longer hair and a tie dyed shirt, posing in front of a Jeep with no top and no doors. Sometimes there is a big yellow "bubba" in the photo and in a few, there is someone who looks like a very young Moma. Anyway, it looked like fun, so I had to give it a try. Maybe I will convince the big fella to get a Jeep during his mid-life crisis. If not, I'm going to have to work over the Grandparents.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Sport of Kings

OK, so maybe thoroughbred racing is the Sport of Kings, and golf is more like watching a dog chase its tail, only the dog is a person and the tail is a tiny white ball. It is a much more catchy title my way.

Here I am escaping the heat and humidity of DC for a weekend wedding in Stowe, VT. I'm coming back when there is snow on the ground.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Fimmy Fuffet

Remember a few posts ago when I said I was all about picking crabs? Let me modify that statement. I dig it alright, but seriously people, three hours?!?! How long can you pick those things before carpal tunnel syndrome sets in? And didn't you pick for even longer yesterday? I got bored and wandered off to hear some of the worst Jimmy Buffet covers I have ever heard. No, really, play Cheeseburger in Paradise a fourth time - I dare you.

Vogueing at Mike's

With a belly full of crabs and french fries, I took a break from eating long enough to put on a photo shoot with Steve. I was rolling around on the dock, giving him my best look. You can practically feel the mischief in my eyes.

More Birthday Crabs

I don't know what the deal is with eating crabs on your birthday, but I dig it. Here I am at aunt Jen's birthday after devouring some of Dadu's lump crab meat.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Ice Cream Cake

Wait just a minizzle. Do you mean to tell me that someone invented "ice cream cake," combining both ice cream and cake in one dish? Genius. Seriously, I hope they won a nobel prize. No, don't go look it up, just keep shoveling the stuff in. I want a biteabiteabiteabiteabite.

Moma's Birthday

Everyone was all smiles when "Gama" and "Papa" had us all over for a crab feast in honor of Moma's birthday. Had I known we would be posing for photos, I would have brought an extra clean shirt!

Emelade

I can always count on "Gama" to give me tall drink of "emelade" to quench my thirst. It works out great for her - I run around her yard, in and out of the pool, then she fills me full of lemonade and puts an over-tired, hopped up on sugar, baby in the back of Dadu's car. Nice gig. I think I want to come back as a grandparent in my next life.

Happy Shrug

Earlier we discussed the look I get in my eye when I am up to no good. This is the look after I get exactly what I want. Moma calls it the "happy shrug." I roll up my shoulders and tear around giggling uncontrolably.

"LK"

That's "LK" as in "Little Kate" also know as Katherine Thompson Hedges, baby sister, baby Kate, K-Tizzle and Kate, and formerly known as H4 or Stella.

Anyway, as you can see from the photo, I was pretty psyched when LK finally got here. I'm a bit preoccupied with "ere baby" and need to know where she is at all times. This is bad news for Moma and Dadu, because now that Jack Jack has a baby, I want one too - and don't think that cabbage patch you bought me is fooling anyone.