Opera de la Turtlela

Achieving a dream of mine, I played the role of Count Hardshell, in the classic: Opera de le Turtlela. Seen here hitting a high note, while bemoaning the loss of a tasty cricket.

To the sky!

I recently piloted my very own Mongolian Monkey hot air balloon - solo. I am now King of the Sea and Sky! (I also have a very clever Mother)

An exotic animal tour

My hand-selected entourage of diaper dandies and I recently toured the hallowed Monkey Grounds - also know as "the Zoo."

FINALLY! ONE OF MY OWN!

Mother shoved this devious suckling contraption into my mouth - lest I should make secret escape plans with my brethren behind bars (or thick glass in this case).

Debating the stock market

Natalie and I held a debate on the state of the US economy. Virginia the giraffe even weighed in with an amateurish opinion on shifting assets to government bonds. I howled as Natalie attempted to kick the silly creature.

Such debates always leave me delirious and tired...

Great Auntie Kay!!

Finally, the long-awaited meeting with Auntie Kay! Here I am greeting her with in style with one of my infamous glamour poses.

BFF Natalie and I along side the lovely sisters.

A new and wondrous position! Why have my parents neglected to put me in such a lovely state of repose?

Doctor says Vitamin D is essential to a growing monkey. Therefore, I insisted on the outside table whilst we dined on rare Seattle delicacies.

A gentleman always picks up the check.

Another natural! This family I've been entrusted to seems to be quite full of them!

Hereafter, they shall call me Theater Boy!

Lion face!

Lemon face!

Mr. Big II

Ok, so I know I don't quite have his hair (yet), but Mr. Big, I'm putting you on notice - Carrie Bradshaw will be mine! Oh I'm such a Sex and the City hound!

To those who fed my birth givers, I give ye a Mongolian bow.

My birth givers apparently finagled free dinners out of some of their cohorts on account of my glorious coming. Nonetheless, I feel it my Mongolian duty to honor those who nourished them and helped them stay sane.

My dear Amy Simon, I believe my parents fell into such a lovely stupor after ingesting your Angel Chicken that they neglected my poo diaper for a full 37 minutes. We shall have words at a later date, I promise you!