My Son and Modern Art

Ah yes, no writing implement, intended or not is safe from my son now. Put away the pens, pencils, crayons, markers. Food is even potentially in danger of becoming an art medium. (Though sometimes he confuses writing implements with food. "Riley, take the pen out of your mouth. Riley don't stick the crayon up your nose.")

Riley has learned to draw.

*cue ominous music*

Okay, so it may not be that bad of a thing. Something to keep him busy, you say. I look at this way... he may have the Modern Art market cornered some day if his first masterpiece is any indication.He even get's into the recycling spirit by gracing the back of a credit card solicitation with his splendid creation. Makes this California mom so proud *sob*.

New Beginnings

I've decided to re-start my blog on life over here at blogger.com. For the 4 people who use to check "Life of Riley- Tales & Adventures", I'm hoping to expand a bit any maybe talk about more than the child *gasp*.

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My last post at the old place was March 16, 2009. Geez, I've been a slacker. A lot of going ons has occured since then. Riley and I spent 12 days in California, it decided to finally stop snowing (in April), and Mommy and Daddy (aka Samantha and Louie) have decided to get on the eat healthier bandwagon. Don't worry, the world is not ending. And no, it's not April Fools.

So here's to eating more of these:

And less of:

They sure look good though....