At age 5, I weighed in at 49.6 pounds, putting me in the 90th percentile for weight.
I was 3 feet, 8.75 inches, putting me in the 80th percentile for height.
Still not quite tall enough for the best rides at Disneyland, but I'll take it.
Another plus at this checkup: NO SHOTS! I am all caught up on my immunizations. It was great, except no shot means no lollipop.
Getting my eyes checked. 20/20 y'all.
As you no doubt recall, 6 months ago we got our cat Bullseye. She's cool, but she's been having a tough time fitting in because Layla is an old grumpy lady.
So one day, Moms was just sitting there innocently looking at her Facebook feed when she saw that the local humane society had a kitten overload. Off we went....only to discover it was TWO kittens for the price of ONE.
And that's how we became the crazy cat family.
Her given name was Pythagorean; we changed it to SUGAR
This is when I proclaimed myself "King of the Kittens"
This one was called Celery. We probably should have left it at that because we still argue over the following three names: 8-Ball, Toothless, and Scarlett. Most of the time it's Scarlett, but the poor kid doesn't know what her name is anymore.
Taking a break from the furballs to celebrate the Birth of a Nation
Carnage in the Bouncy House
Back at home, we began the slow introduction of Bullseye to the kittens
Bullseye was hissing; I was laughing
Sugar refused to be scared off though
After social hour, Bullseye passed out in my chair. She thinks she's human.
Scarlett & Sugar took a break too
If you need further proof that the addition of two kittens was a spur-of-the-moment decision, look no further than the fact that we left town four days later.
Luckily, Auntie Feather was available to house and catsit for us, and she wasn't super annoyed with Moms that she had gotten kittens.
Except for the fact that the kittens brought home something gross and unholy from the humane society, so they had to be locked in a bathroom most of the week. I guess on the plus side, their messes were pretty small.
MEANWHILE, we were off to Sunriver so Pops could participate in a 3 Gun tournament with his boss Mr. Scott. This year, Granny and Gramps joined us which was great for Moms who finds the Lazy River at SHARC to be only marginally entertaining.
And because Sunriver is THE place to be in the summer in Oregon, we got to see my friend QuinnNolan from school andCousin Katy Jo was there too!
I highly recommend the Big Foot Donut at Hot Lava Baking Company
Moms makes me wear a hat in the sun: good for skin, bad for pictures of my cute mug
Getting into an innertube is much easier when you make your Grampa lift you into one
Granny and Me! Loves.
Silly Selfies with Cousin Katy
Getting ready to get our Raft Float on
There's lots to think about out there on the water. Me, I thought about Legos.
S'mores. All the basic food groups: cookie, chocolate, spun sugar. MELTED.
Moms has been dying to do this raft float on the Deschutes River. I have to say it was nice and relaxing, so I had a good time even if the grown-ups on the raft kept making us go in circles.
But after the raft trip? S'mores and campfire songs with a cowboy. Sign me up.
Sometimes you're just driving around Sunriver when you stumble across a family of deer. Awesomeness.
Please don't eat my hat
Moms loves horsies
So does Granny
I'm a pony boy myself
A little more my speed
Next, a lesson in Lasso-in'
It's harder than it looks, but I still look cute doing it, OBVS.
Someone got a little too artsy with the photo editing app
Who-Who are You-You Looking at?
A walk among the trees
A feather in my cap
There's a cool observatory there too, and I got to be an astronaut
Back at SHARC, this time with my buddy, Quinn!
A little rock climbing
Then off to tube hill
Gramps got in on the fun too
The following day, Gramps, Moms and I met Quinn and his Mom at the High Desert Museum. Hi-Jinks ensued.
Cool old Car
Old US Forest Service Fire Truck
I thought this looked like a pretty cool place to hang out
And this covered wagon was pretty cool too
At a barn
On a (saw)Horse
Checking out an old Caterpillar
I think I preferred the Eagle's Nest to the Beaver's Lodge
But what do 2 5-year-olds at a museum like best? The homestead with the TV showing old ep's of The Lone Ranger, natch.
Our last activity in SR: looking for golf balls in the tall grass. Binocs came in handy, as you might imagine.
We wrapped up the month of July with a camping trip to Honeyman State Park. We were lucky, because Granny and Gramps got there a few days ahead of Moms and I, which meant that upon our arrival our campsite was all set up including our tent and sleeping bags.
This was my first camping trip and I LOVED everything about it, except the long drive home.
Hanging in Moms' office--wearing her Cowboys helmet!
In front of the Capitol. I'm really looking forward to the day Moms lets me play in that fountain!
S'more? Don't mind if I s'do!
Cleawox Lake in the park has A LOT of salamanders
The other super cool thing about Honeyman is the Sand Dunes. They are amazing.
We walked up to the top of some of the dunes, which is a lot harder than it sounds.
But once you're at the top? Totes worth it.
I feel compelled to note that I'm wearing the helmet because I rode my scooter to the dunes, not because my Moms doesn't trust me on soft sand.
Touching the Sun
A little breather with Granny
As Moms was huffing and puffing she felt slightly better knowing that even her younger cousins struggled to get up that hill
Snuggled up in my Sleeping Bag
S'MORES ACTION SHOTS
Moms bought these special fire packets that made colored flames. Let's not think about potential environmental impacts, okay? It looked cool.
Washing down my s'more with a brewski. (J/K: Moms is lame and would not share)