Week 121 - Sketches

We hear you Nanner - we're all tired.

To prove that we didn't forget about Mother's Day.  Nanner helped with the cream cheese stuffed french toast.

Cheese it up Nanner.

And then helped eat her fair share of chocolate covered strawberries.  

Week 120 - Nannertorium

"I'm just relieved that daddy finally came up with a clever title for his post!"

The weekend is here and Nanner wants to share with you her favorite new past time...

You'd think that we beat her in the legs (knees and below only)

No, not swimming!

"What...you think this isn't sanitary?  You brought me to a public pool for Christ sake"

Hiding in small metal boxes which housed prepubescent boys' jockstraps and spray deodorant only days before!

Week 119 - Light Of Spring

Yeah, we might be forcing the issue...

I guess we'll take what we can get.  Nanner saw a flower poking out from beneath the frozen tundra and ran to check it out.

PF Flyers back in commission.

Turns out it was just a thawing dog turd which had sprouted a clover.

Good use of the exploratory stick, way to not use your fingers.

Week 118 - The Windy Shitty

You'd think we skipped summer all together and went straight into fall.  Nanner conjured up her best Mary Poppins and made the most of it.

Nanner trying to figure out if the wind is making the camera crooked?

Week 117 - Nannerhunt

Won't be long until "ooh look...colored eggs!" and stickers don't cut it anymore

Continuing the great Barker tradition of following easter egg clues to her basket, Nanner set forth.

boots --> car

car --> house

da clues

the real prize

Props to Gma Barker too for initiating the easter egg hunt, and for putting together the basket.

Week 116 - Simple Pleasures

Accountant told Nanner not to worry, he just filed her tax extension.

God bless her...how much longer will we be able to keep the Nanner happy with outdated technology and a less than complete outfit?

I hope this never gets old.

A day at the park with her pops.

Week 115 - Caillou'd

Nanner didn't get the memo that Pedro Strop was traded

Recently, the only way to get Nanner to sit still for a picture, or take a shower, or clean the kitchen, or to have any semblance of peace and quiet, is to call on our silly little Canadian friend for help.

Dear Caillou, though your catchy jingle will be burned into my eardrums forever, I thank you.