van Koen illustrates that there need not be a division between artist and canvas.

Following an intensive afternoon of painting, the artist requires a huge meal to appease his whetted appetite. Here he is seen patiently awaiting the feast.

What’s that you say? We’re having watermelon for lunch? Yay!

Koen enjoys one of Amber’s birthday balloons.

Grandpa Ivan, Grandma Dianne, and Koen, gazing into their star-filled futures.

Nothin’ but sweetness here!

Arm swingin’ fun in Boulder’s Chautauqua Park, Flatirons in the distance.

A rare shot of Koen accepting an assisting hand - in this instance, “Auntie Gita’s”.

One might assume, from viewing this blog, that Koen never cries. One would be wrong in this assumption. It’s just that the Koenblog’s primary photographer doesn’t typically feel moved to snap photos while the little guy is in tears. Here, Koen is dealing with the after-effects of a prickly flower, which he sniffed a bit too closely.

Somebody has been taking notes from his mama…

Pedicure complete, and all is well.

But now that he’s mastered the art of footcare…what next?