High, Flying, Cooled Off Koley

My dad and me have this new game.  We call it "Throw Koley In The Fan."  I love it.  The rules are pretty self-explanatory but the picture helps I am sure.  I laugh and laugh and laugh.  And when dad puts me down and complains that his back hurts I pout and cry and climb up his legs until he picks me up and we go again!  Yay!  I love that cold fan air blowing my mullet.  It feels so refreshing. Come over and see me so we can play it together.

P.S.  What would you put as a caption for this picture? 

Peace,
Koley

1st 4th

I had a kick butt Fourth of July.  Not only did the official countdown start to my first birthday (13 days!), my dad was home for a long time and boy did we par-tay! 

Saturday the old man and me tried my Puffer Fish pool again.  The air outside was hot.  So hot it was hard to breathe, my arm pits were sweaty, and I had a little baby BO.  But that water in that pool was below arctic level of freezing.  I was not getting in.  I got some good snuggles out of dad though.  And check out my swimming trunks! I called Hollister to see if they needed any late season swimsuit models. After seeing my portfolio... I've got a spot next year.

We also went to Rigby Lake on Saturday.  Whoa!  Talk about a lot of water and sand and rocks and the warm sun.  It was heaven!  I did a lot of cruisin' (not only for babes) and a bit of exploring and I ate a ton of sand.  The wet sand goes down a lot easier than the dry stuff.  The dry sand will kinda make you gag.  Oh, and don't be mad at me for not having any pictures, it was Mom who forgot the camera.
Sunday I observed the Sabbath like a good boy.
Monday I went and saw the parade.  My mom got all excited to take me and dressed me in red, white, and blue.  Love that patriotism.

I had some inhibitions about the parade.  The fire trucks and police cars and sirens and horns and loud noises scared the baby poop out of me. When I saw them coming I made sad, scared faces and snuggled into my dad.  See the proof below.

Sad face.

Scared face.

Dad snuggle.

I did enjoy the bag-pipers, the marching bands, the dancing girls (a LOT) and there was a dog.  So, I am willing to give it another whirl next year.

 I ended the day getting sno-cones with mom, dad, and the Grandparents Poulsen. There weren't any loud noises and since I am so cute I got to sample every one's sno-cones.  My favorite was may dad's, Mango!  Least favorite was mom's Hogwarts.  

All in all my fourth rocked.
Remember to take off work for my birthday!  We're going to party it up!  I'm thinking a dog parade and a sno-cone fountain.

The Pool Boy

It's supposed to be a real scorcher this week so I've been gifted a swimming pool.  Yesterday I dove in for the first time.  Well, let's not use as strong as word as "dove."  I was slightly more timid.  I held my mom's hand and arms and didn't want her to put me down.  I wasn't scared- I was skeptical.  As I am with everything.  (Except for anything I find on the floor.  That goes straight into my mouth.)   I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to do in it.  Is it a bath?  Is it a game?  Is it going to hurt?  Should I be smiling?  Is this fun?  It took a little time but I got the hang of it. 

I splished.  Then I splashed.

After splishing and splashing I devoted some time to the studying of falling water droplets. 
The inertia of h2o when it  is in it's purest form astounds me. 
I made detailed notes and sketches in my Koley Steno Pad.

Did I tell you?  My pool is a Puffer Fish with really silly eyes.

All in all.  I like the pool scene.  The beach vibe is outrageous. The beach volleyball, sunbathing, building sandcastles, checking out bikini babes (my fave), and looking for sea shells.  It's my kind of scene. 

Did I mention my preference for nude beaches?