We have it good.

Dad and Mum tell me that I have it good, but
it's not just me that has it good! God is so
awesome to give us family we really enjoy.

An Old Favorite

I decided I would post an old family favorite.

Back from the Hunt

I'm back from the Hunt and had a blast put there in the wild. The eels weren't so tasty, but it was exciting to watch dad and mom tackle them once they got them in the boat. A few times, it took all three of us to hold these beasts down.

On our way back, we stopped in to see my Pop Pop, Pop Pop, Grandma, Mom-Mom, Aunt Dee-Dee, Aunt Kelly, Aunt T, Aunt Mindy, Uncle Terry, Uncle Dave, Uncle Tad, Great Mom-Mom, Great Grandma, Cousin Sara, Cousin Paul, Cousin Timothy, Cousin Elliot, Justin, Randi and Mary Jane. Cousin Vienna was busy.

I took some awesome shots so I'll be slowly posting them through out the week. Mom is taking me to get my chest hair cut today. If it didn't take so long, I wouldn't mind so much. Five hours with the shears is no picnic.

Here are some pics with me and my cousins.

Talking business.


I had just asked Sara for money for the campaign.
Dad heard and foiled my plans.


Timothy is my political adviser for foreign affairs.

Eel Hunting

I forgot to mention that the fam is now eel hunting
in the Dakotas. We'll be blog free for a few days.
-Sim


My first catch.

Baby Violence Awareness Month

Since April is Baby Violence Awareness Month,
I have decided to devote this post to it. You may not be aware of this month of awareness. Back in December of 1978, a ferret accidentally wandered into the crib of a five month old baby. The baby took the ferret out in one flick of the wrist.

This is no joke.
This is no laughing matter.
Baby's can be fierce.

In '79 the case went to court and the ferret's family was awarded some financial restitution. The courts thought they had seen the last of cases in this arena until 1991, when, yet again, a baby attacked. This time it was not fatal, and, thankfully, all of the animals got out alive.

So far, only attacks toward animals have been reported, but we do believe that the babies are capable of attacking human beings. We are asking that people take the necessary precautions around very young children. Be sure to keep them at arms length and NEVER, NEVER, NEVER get into a situation where you and a baby are alone.

If you see a baby acting in a suspicious manner, please contact me, Asher, or Eliza immediately. If the baby is foaming at the mouth, he or she may be infected with rabies or something worse. DO NOT PICK UP THE BABY.

Please see the side panel for some helpful tips on baby violence prevention.

Sincerely,
Simeon Bowne

Easter Egg Look

I went on an Easter Egg Look
this past Sunday.

WARNING: THIS VIDEO IS NOT APPROPRIATE
FOR THOSE WHOM HATE TO BE BORED.

Hair Options

My PopPop Zel sent me a preview for some hair options.
Feel free to let me know soon, as I am planning on ordering
from www.wigsforpresidentialbabies.com.

A Vice President!

Asher's in and we're on for 2012.
He lives in the South so we've got those votes now in pocket.

This is Asher.


We are still VERY weak on military experience,
foreign policy, education, national security, health
care reform, Iraq, immigration and, oh, the economy.

Eliza, are you interested in politics?

Hair?

Some may call me bald.
Some may call it thin.
But there is just no denying
that I'm truly masculine.

The hair I lack on my head
is on my manly chest instead.


Growth and Patterns of Chest Hair
from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chest_hair

Dominick, me, and some aluminum

On Easter Sunday, we went to the 6am sunrise service
at church and ate breakfast afterwards. This video is of
of Dominick and me.

I am in my new ride, given to me
by Jimmy. He and I are pictured below.

Stirring more than the East

Good morning.

Without Friday, when Jesus died, we could not of been reconciled with God.

Without Today, when Jesus rose from the dead, He would not have been
whom He said He was, God Himself.

I am in awe of my maker.

Happy Easter.
Love,
Simeon

Dear Vienna

Dear Vienna,
Easter is a great holiday to be born on.
If you come to hang out with the rest of us on Easter,
then I will let you borrow my frog.
Love,
Simeon

Can't run for president afterall.

I talked it over with mom last night.
I can't run for president.

She says it is too late to join the race as most of the delegates
have been spoken for already. Plus, she told me, although this
country is finally seeing a woman and a black man running for
president, she feels that it is unlikely that the United States is
ready for a baby candidate.

So instead, I decided to take a few pictures. Here is my frog,
my frog, my frog on my head, and my frog. He has a lazy eye.
Below is me and my frog and then me. They are fuzzy because
my arm isn't very long yet so my camera couldn't focus.
Maybe I could be a photographer like my uncle since the
presidency is out now. Or maybe Vienna could be president
and I could take pictures of her.

Some people may say...

Some people may say that being as I am only 7 months old, that I couldn't possibly have dreams and aspirations. With this election coming up, CHANGE is on my infant lips and I am aspiring like never before. CHANGE is what this country needs. CHANGE. Vote me in for President this year; I am well-experienced with CHANGE as I get changed everyday, all day long.

A gift for the parents

gerber's vocal tryouts

So I have this rash....

Mom has been applying lotion.
I just said "Mom, let's post it. The internet is a very accurate source of medical advice."

Dedicated to my Boom Boom

This is for you Grandma.

http://www.freetetris.org/


Love,
Sim Sim

Chores can be Overwhelming

It is Laundry Day and I hold the pins.

A day in the Life...

Sleep.
Breakfast.
Play.
Sleep.
Lunch.
Play.
Play.
Sleep.
Dinner.
Play.
Bath time.
Sleep.
Wake up for no reason.
I Cry.
Sleep.
Wake up for no reason.
Parents Cry.
Sleep.

Sneeze if you like my blog.

I am a psycho jumper.
My strength is in my knees.
Four miles to the minute.
I'm faster than a sneeze.

Welcome to my blog.