Day Two of our expedition

Chessa asked Silas what he thinks about this big wide world. His answer? A big, satisfying fart. Only two days old, and already a cynic.

This is what nirvana looks like.

This is not. (Notice his hairy shoulder!)

Breaded baby--best served with coleslaw. He's having trouble relaxing.

Chessa calls it "The Jaguar." At 4 a.m. we don't care about names.

He has his dad's monkey-fist toes.