Jaba hungry

You'd never know that I had a stomach virus last week. It was pretty nasty. I'll spare you the gory details of my dramatic weight loss, suffice to say my grocery bill was a lot lower. But now, NOW, I'm feeling muuuuch better. And eating most anything Mom sits down in front of me. Within reason.

I don't know what this "frozen yogurt" stuff is that she keeps offering me, but I'm not touching it with a ten foot pole.

That said, her quinoa+shrimp+feta+tomato dish looked quite appetizing. Looked being the operative word here, folks. I'm feeling better, not insane. Ditto on the eggs and meat. And cheese.

Gross.

Anyhoo, so I'm trying to plump back up (if only Mom can keep up) and having a lot of fun with it. Vans Multigrain Waffles with Vitamin Boost? Delicious! Food in pouches? Even better! Ok, maybe not, but it's pretty tasty.

Bon Appetit!

Futbol

Recently, I started playing a game called fetch. I take great joy in it. Mostly I play it with myself, though Mom and Dad seem to think it's a lot of fun and always say, "gooood boy."

This game is apparently the precursor to soccer. Except I use my hands.

Check it out -- it's almost as if someone knew about my blossoming mad skillz:

My Aunt Chavie got me this cool futbol jersey on her recent trip.

Here's the back:

And the up close shot

Mandatory calisthenics

People are always asking Mom why I'm so healthy as I never seem to catch the other kids' colds...

Here's her secret: Mandatory calisthenics -- pull ups with Dad

Of course she isn't mentioning the snake blood or fire walking, but we can't expect her to share all the secrets of success.

Besides, I'm actually a little under the weather right now, so maybe she isn't as tricky as she thinks. Though this is only my first cold of the season.

Ah well, I will continue my mass production of snot today just to show how amazing I am. Diversification is really the key to success. Or so Vanguard says.