Hendu Hijack

I kept waiting for my lazy parents to get off their rumps and post about the big trip to Idah-er and Ut-er (forgive my Boston accent, I lived there when I was young) a few months ago, but you know that's never going to realistically happen. My parents are about as motivated as a 3-month old (take that, 3-monthers! Oh, to be young and foolish again...) on welfare when it comes to blogging. They probably won't even check the blog in the next month, so I can rip on them as much as I want.

Anywho, this was my SECOND plane ride in my life, which means I'm already 19 years ahead of my dad, whose second plane ride was going on his mission (which he won't shut up about btw--yes Dad, we get it, you can speak Polish. Get yourself a cookie. While you're at it, could you mix up some pureed yams and rice cereal for me? Thanks, you're a moose!). I was all set to whine the whole way, but Mom took some Dramamine and gave me some second-hand style, and I was out! The flight out was whine-free from my side, a feat I'm not particularly proud of. You win this round, Mom.

We arrived at Great-Grandma Ann's house in Twin Falls, Idaho, right around 1:30 AM. Dad was complaining about it being 3:30 AM Eastern Time, but what isn't he moaning about nowadays?

The next few days we spent running from place to place, my parents constantly shuffling me around. I got my deserved attention from the various aunts, uncles, and grandparents, and why shouldn't I? Have you seen me lately? I'm delicious! Seriously, check out these pics of me in action:

A bath in Great-g'ma's sink

Hangin' with Gramps

Sweet Aunt April - much nicer to me than Mom

Test driving a 2010 Jeep Wrangler. Couldn't find where the ignition was

A forced picture with my embarrassment of a father

Another forced pic

They wouldn't let me eat the flowers!

You're boring me with all the details of the reception, Auntie.

Look how tall I am! Rah!

A rare moment of fun with Mom

Hey, ladies! Over here on the grass!

You look like an interesting fellow, what's your name? You smell like mirror, though.

Havin' fun with a big stuffed dawg

Didn't exactly want to touch the carpet, know what I'm sayin'?

Help!

Forced to take a nap during the recepsh.

Say what you will about Dad's stank, but the man can tango.

Man I look cute here!

Great-Grandma rocks! Nnnneeehh!

After a few rousing days in Idaho, we drove down to Utah to visit Dad's side. You can tell they're all pretty desensitized to cute babies, as the fawning and adoration was down a few notches from Idaho. You can't blame them, I'm the 521st grandchild on that side, I'm just happy if they remember my name.

All my uncles and aunts at Joe's. Danged if I can remember them all.

Sittin' tall on Aunt Paula's counter

Hangin' with Camille, or as I like to call her, Camiracle.

Another pic with another Great-grandma! I look pretty cool here

We had a pretty good time in Utah, and my parents even ditched me for a day to go up to Park City. Talk about offended! JK, I totally needed a break. Mom was getting pretty naggy and Dad's stink can get to you after a while. LOL!

My cuz Drew was helping me break out of the exersaucer.

Good times!

Discussing economic policy

4 generations of handsomeness

Get used to this sight, Ma, flanked by women

Below are some videos that I'm not particularly proud of, but I don't mind looking foolish in the name of a good laugh:

It's great to be home again, back in the familiar crib with my favorite toys and gadgets. I don't want to get sappy here, but a few tears of joy crawled out my eyes when I saw my trusty mat. I don't want to ever be parted again! Well, at least not until I'm sick of it.

Until next time, signing off!


-Hendrik aka Hendu aka Henchman aka Henduriffic aka The Cutest Boy in Whitman