Elsa Bean

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Pumpkinhead
















This pumpkin is almost as big as my Dad's head.

Auntie Ro





















Mum and I had such a great time on my trip to Wisconsin. My favorite part was hanging out with my Auntie Rowan. She is great. I get to see her again at Christmas.

Camp Randall





















Mum and Auntie Ro brought me to Camp Randall! I couldn't believe it! I was looking for football players but there were none around. Then Auntie Ro told me that this was the OLD Camp Randall, and that they play football somewhere else.

What were we doing there? We could have been in a sweet skybox watching the Badgers beat up on Indiana!

Friday, October 21, 2005

Get me off this Bus!
















Who is driving this bus? Not Uncle Chris, he is smiling for the camera. So is everyone else! All the passengers seem oblivious to what is going on. Just because Uncle Chris is an airline pilot doesn't mean that he can drive a bus without looking at the road!

Get me off this bus!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Bradley
















I have two cousins who live in Phoenix. This is the older one, Bradley. My other cousin, Brian, didn't come on the trip which was too bad.

Brad is supercool. Look at those glasses. He is in sixth grade, is a really good hockey player, and likes Motley Crue.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Are You Passionate?





















Dad told me that he had not bought a new Neil Young album since the 1980s but then I found Are You Passionate? in his collection. We listened to it and it was pretty lame. Dad said he bought it because he was feeling sad after 9/11 and because of the song, "Let's Roll".

We listened to On the Beach and I decided that Revolution Blues is my favorite song. Dad did his weird Neil impersonation and kept saying that he wanted to order a burrito for somebody named Pancho.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Radio Flyer
















OK, this may look like a typically cliche shot of toddler with first wagon. But you should have been around for the first part of my day. First, there was an incident at daycare involving a chokable object, then, Dad feeds me mac and cheese right out of the microwave and about burns my tongue off.

In this photo I am at the end of my rope. Take the bloomin' picture Dad, I want to go to bed.

And I didn't pick those vegetables. I can't even stand up on my own yet.