The Adventures of Ninja Boy

Born with knowledge of the ancient arts of stealth and secrecy, Ninja Boy, may either by the world's worst enemy, or its best hope...

The Little Guy

Number One Mom and the Ninja Baby are going away for the next few days visiting Grandmom out west. Dad spent much of yesterday chronicling NB's activities, because:

1) He's gonna miss his family, and
2) He's a maudlin SOB.

So here are some pics:

1) NB waking up in the morning.

Looks happy doesn't he. Not much else to say here.

2) We decide to go for an early morning Geocache/hike in our little "Master-Blaster" carry-all.


3) Mom and Dad spend three quarters of an hour tramping around in a local park before we realize we got the wrong coordinates on our GPS. Meanwhile NB takes a nap, clearly demonstrating better thinking compared to his 'rents.


4) We go home. NB wakes and tries on a pair of knitted denim pants, made by Aunt Sarah.


The reason for that look: Within 5 minutes of wearing his brand new pants, NB has pooped his diapers.

5) Bedtime.


Funny enough, when Dad was a baby, he too slept with his butt in the air.