give the drummer some

Cassidy is hedging his career bets by preparing for a career as a drummer, in case his preferred jobs as alphabet reciter and professional hider don't work out. He's even doing some supplemental reading to brush up; it's always good to know how animal punk rock bands handle fame and success.

attack of the killer b's

bouncing on blue balls, buttons, being beguiling ... our boisterous, beautiful, beloved bear brings a bevy of boundless brilliance to boggle our brains and bring us bliss.

i'm only sleeping

So 10 minutes before this first picture was taken, Cassidy had fallen asleep during dinner. Totally asleep - head down, no responding, snoring away. I figured he was out for the night and took him in to be enjammied. He woke up a little during that process, so we threw a t-shirt on and came back out to see if he'd at least eat a few more bites, or maybe drink a little milk. Little Lazarus wound up eating his entire dinner, smiling and giggling, read books afterward, and took an hour to fall asleep.

Oh, also, swings are fun.