Oh What a Night...

Since we don't really do the Halloween thing, we decided to go to the park and eat some Chick-fil-a last Friday. Well, it was quite the trip I must say. You see, it started off with great potential. But, it went down hill fast. It began at Chick-fil-a where the drive thru lady forgot to give Mommy her Coke. And folks, you don't forget to give Mommy her Coke! So she had to go back in and get it. Then, we finally arrived at the park (and it's an amazing park I might add). It took awhile to walk to the picnic table because Daddy was still recovering from his surgery on Monday. Well, we did make it...finally. But then we realized it was colder than we had expected. Grant bore the brunt of this problem. You see, he had no hat. He has no hair. The two combined creates a bit of a problem. So, Mommy, trying to be as creative as possible pulled out his burp cloth and draped it over his head. She then proceeded to put her coat around him. Well, our problems were solved. . .for a brief moment. Let me preface this next part by saying I LOVE "Chochet mulk." I love it. Well, Daddy had taken the lid off and put a straw in my bottle (we forgot a cup to pour it in). While Mommy was distracted with Grant's new head apparel and Daddy with his steaming chicken sandwich, I took it upon myself to grab that "chochet mulk" and get a big gulp. The only problem was that most of it ended up on my NEW jacket and pants. Uh oh. So with a few dabs of a napkin, Mommy tried to soak up as much of it as she could off of me. Well, by this point our enjoyable evening was not so enjoyable...for Mommy and Daddy at least. I made the most of it. I finished my nuggets, "fies," and "chochet mulk" and was ready to hit the playground. Gant started crying. Daddy started hurting again. And there was Mommy, trying to appease us all. So Mommy held Gant, Daddy sat on a bench to ease his pain, and I, well I had a hay day climbing the slides, throwing my new ball that Daddy found, and running on the track. Yes, I said running on the track. They have a track. And, being a "gurl" after Mommy's heart, I found great pleasure in running laps around the track. I said, "Let's go Mommy, let's run!" and we did. Well, at least I did. Daddy at this point had ventured to the car for a more comfortable seat and Mommy had Grant swaddled in her coat with the burp cloth on his head and the camera in her other hand taking shots the best she could. Most turned out blurry. Needless to say, shortly after all this transpired we were making our way back to the car to head home. I said, "Mommy we come back?" And she said yes. And she held up to her word. Yesterday, we met some friends at the park for another round of fun. This time, Gant rode in the Baby Bjorn (the first time he actually liked it) and I ran around, "chochet mulk" free. It was a blast! On our way out I asked Mommy again, "Mommy we come back?" To which she again said yes.

Overdue

Mommy said I was overdue for a photo shoot. So out came the camera. Here I am sporting my new green zebra corduoroys (thanks Grandma) and my umbrella shirt (thanks Aunt Bethany) while frolicing on the stairs. Now that I think about it, perhaps I shouldn't frolic on the stairs. It has been a place for disaster the past month or so. Me, Mommy, and Grandmama have all succumbed to its power, meaning we've all fallen down them. You could actually add Gant to the list as well because Mommy was holding him when she took a tumble. Thankfully, we've all walked away with just a few bumps and bruises and perhaps a bruised ego. We're all waiting to hear Daddy take a tumble. I try to help him avoid his fate by reminding him each time as he goes up, to "be careful Daddy." Well, I tell that to everyone. But I really need Daddy to be careful so he doesn't hurt himself even more. So anyways, perhaps this should be the last photo shoot on the stairs...at least for awhile anyways. I think the ground would be a much safer place!

Watch This

Another thing I like to say these days is, "Mommy/Daddy watch this!" To which then I'll do something just short of amazing. . .like this for example. I mean, come on, who can make this face while forcing a plastic spoon down his/her mouth (and please don't tell Daddy that this spoon is what he uses for his Netti Pot. He may be a little grossed out)? Now this picture would be a lot clearer if Mommy had taken the time to dust off the full length mirror in the bathroom. But, I can't complain. If she had done that then it would mean I wouldn't have had a playmate. And younger kids, please, don't try this at home.

Bookworm

Just in case you were wondering, I still enjoy a good book. I enjoy this book because there are babies' faces in it. I get a little concerned when I see faces that are upset, to which I say, "she okay?" to Mommy. Mommy then replies, "yes, she's okay." That makes me feel better. Mommy says I have a tender heart. I'm not too sure what that means. But she mentions it after I ask everybody in the room in they're okay. If they seem upset I'll go to them and say, "It's okay." Mommy says I'll make a great nurse one day if this compassionate heart is nourished. This past week Daddy has been home because he had surgery on a hernia. . .no not a hyena. I wanted to help Mommy help Daddy. I brought him his phone when he asked. I shared my blankey. And I asked a least 100 times if he was okay. Mommy and Daddy said he was fine..he just had a boo boo on his tummy. Perhaps I will be a nurse one day, along with being a soccer player and a track runner.

Stud Muffin

Am I a stud or what? Mommy's friend, Heather, got this for me. Boy, she definitely picked out the right shirt for me. How did she know I was such a stud though? I wear this shirt proudly. Thanks Heather for thinking of me and my manliness!

Kickin' It in My Camo!

Yes, that's right, I already have some camo pants. Actually, they are on loan from my cousin Kyle. But Daddy sure is proud of these camo pants. It's just the first small step in preparing me for my first hunting outing with Daddy. Am I cool or what?

Daddy Time

We forgot to post these pictures! They are from a few weeks ago but we just had to post them. It was a lazy Sunday after church and we were just enjoying some good times with Daddy.

Goin' to Bible Story

You see, Mommy goes to Bible Stowy (Bible Study) on Thursday nights. Many a nights she rides with Mrs. Kelli. So she waits by the window until she arrives. So I decided Gant and I would reinact this. So, with stroller in tow, Gant and I are ready to go. I tell Mommy I going to Bible Stowy. I go to the window just like she does and realize it's "not yet" time to go. Then I back Gant into the console table to which I say "oh sowwy. . .didn't mean to." I like to pretend a lot more these days and Gant is a great companion to have along for the ride. He seemed to enjoy cruisin' along.

You Didn't Just See This...

On the record: I can't believe Mommy put me in Hannah's PINK stroller and let her push me around the house! And to top it off, she is making me post it on the blog! What will my friends say? Wait a minute, I don't really have any guy friends yet. Most of my friends are forced because they're friends with Hannah. Huh. Well, maybe I won't get a lot of flack for this.

Off the record: I sure had a good time!

I'm Not Listening...

I really enjoy putting my fingers in my ears. Mommy doesn't quite know why. Many a times as we wheel through Walmart I have my fingers in my ears like this and say "ahhhh." Most people think I'm covering up the noise I hear in the store. Mommy told me she would like to do that sometimes. But really, I just enjoy the way it sounds. I'm not trying to be rude. It's just fun. It's the simple things in life that entertain me and make me happy. This is one of those things.

And Some More...

Here we are again, making that crazy noise. Please note, I was trying to have an intellectual conversation here while Mommy and Hannah sounded like something off of the Dumb and Dumber movie (I've only heard about it). To avoid being sprayed with spit yet again by Hannah, I decided to stop the madness and to simply repeat that pooting sound. That's what they want isn't it? And hey, just because I'm a boy doesn't mean I like pooting noises. But Mommy said with my Daddy having the humor he has and she not being too different herself, well, I'm bound to fall into their humor. But for now, I'll maintain my ground. Listen carefully at the end. I made it as discreetly as possible. I can't have this stuff showing up on down the road. What if I'll be the President one day? I can't have something like this on my record!

Who Are These People?

I don't think I live with normal people. Trust me, you'll see what I mean after you watch this. I can't even do the ridiculous thing they ask me to because I'm in shock as to what they are doing themselves. Wow. Is this really what I've been born into?

More Fun in this Exersaucer Thing...

serious silliness

Our staring contest...no doubt I won.

Mommy has been putting me in this exersaucer thing a lot these days. I mean, it's great and all Mommy, but there are other things I'm interested in as well such as being held, snuggled, or tickled (I've gotten a pretty good laugh these days and I especially like to try it out when I'm tickled). But it does seem to entertain Hannah. When she's not spinning me around in aimless circles or trying to push me in it, she seems to enjoy a few of the gadgets herself. I, myself, was in the mood for a staring contest as you can see from one such photo. But, no matter how hard I concentrated, Hannah would not join in. She seem more attracted by the ball things. I then decided to have a little fun with Mommy and stick my tongue out for some serious silliness. All in all, I do enjoy my exersaucer. I guess I'll have to as it is becoming a vital part in my everyday play whether I like it or not.

What's This?

Last Monday, the day I turned 5 months, Mommy put this funny stuff into my mouth. She calls it rice cereal. Hmmm, I thought. This is interesting. It tastes like formula but with a little umph to it. I wasn't so sure about it at first. However, I quickly grew to like it. Here is a before, during, and after picture of my first experience with this stuff. Hannah was there also to wipe the mess off my face. She didn't like for me to be messy. So I had Mommy feeding me, Hannah wiping me, and Daddy taking my pictures. I had quite the enterauge (we don't know how to spell that). Wow, rice cereal must be a really big deal.

Where Did Ya Get This?

I don't know where Mommy got this but I sure do like it...especially this big bright sun and blue ball thing. It's nice to have some new scenery to look at. And it feels great not to be sitting in a swing or bouncey or laying on my back. I feel like such a big boy standing up. I think I'm gonna have some fun with this!

Last But Not Least...

Here are the last photos from our trip to Aunt Ashley's last weekend. Papa has a great Nike hat and even let me sport it around for a bit. But, as you can see, it was a bit big for my head. It would definitely provide great shade though for the sunny day. Mommy says we have a plethora of hats in my closet. Perhaps I'll check them out.

We Almost Forgot....

We almost forgot to post this shot of me and my new pal Maggie. Can you tell we were having fun in this picture? She just told me a really funny joke about a dog chasing a cat. Oh boy, you had to be there. My sides were hurtin' it was so funny. I just wish I could remember all the details and the punch line. A joke is no good without a punchline. Sorry Maggie.

Catchin' Up on Some Readin'

Betcha didn't know I can read did ya? Well, I can't. Sorry. No big news in that department yet. But I do enjoy some well illustrated pictures, such as these ducks in this book. I'm sure there's a great story to go behind these pictures but I can't tell you about it. I can only guess it's about a duck and other animals playing outside. Mommy, being the teacher she was, says prereading is a great tool for any reader and that someday glancing at the pictures before reading is a great tool in predicting what the book is about and thus helps with comprehension. I don't know about all that. All I know is I like the pictures. Oh yeah, and I like to drool. Hopefully I won't be doing THAT when I can actually read.

I Love You Maggie

Just another sweet time with Maggie. She was resting so I was showing her love. I think she really appreciated it. Everybody needs a little lovin'.

Oh the Things I Say...Part Two

Mommy laughs at me all the time...especially when I say these things:

Mommy, I go to Bible story. (Mommy I go to Bible study).

No, Mommy, don't talk like dat.

Mommy, you be careful.

I read Jeshus. I be quiet. (I read Jesus. I be quiet)

Mommy, Daddy, what you like drink? (Mommy or Daddy what would you like to drink?)
I started saying this to help Mommy when she's getting supper ready. She tells me to go ask
Daddy what he would like to drink. Now, I ask all the time! Perhaps I'll be a waitress one day
although Mommy says I'm a little aggressive the way I say it and that I'll need to tone it
down if I ever want to get any tips.

I/ Mommy/ Gandma fall downstairs but I/Mommy/Gandma okay.
That's right, we've all fallen down the stairs...Mommy today while holding Gant...but she
okay and so is Gant. I talk about falling down all the time and I remind Mommy and anyone
else going up or down the stairs to "be careful."

Hannah: I go see Ashey.
Mommy replies: Not today.
Hannah: yah, hafta wait.

That's all I can think of now. But I sure get Mommy and Daddy laughing these days with the things I say. She tells me I have to document them so she won't forget one day.

Wow!

I've never seen something quite like this, but its AWESOME. Her name is Maggie. Okay, Hannah told me you already know that. But it's news to me. I enjoy Maggie. Apparently Hannah does too. She's sweet. She's fun. And she's not too overwhelming. She accepts me for who I am and doesn't give me a hard time. Thanks Maggie. I enjoyed your company over the weekend and look forward to another visit soon. And by the way, you sure are soft.

Eatin' with Papa.

I enjoyed dining with Papa for breakfast last Saturday. My cereal of choice, Frosted Mini Wheats. Boy, I'd never had those before and I sure do love them! I was checkin' to see what Papa was having while he wasn't lookin' to make sure I wouldn't like his better. He just had some Cho's. That's old stuff, Papa. I think I'll stick with my new cereal.

Who Knew?

Who knew Gandma and Papa were good at video games? Mommy sure didn't. She went into this Wii bowling challenge confident she had it in the bag. Well, that wasn't the case because Gandma and Papa blew her out of the water (or so I heard, I was in bed...but they had no idea how loud they were so I was able to follow the evenings antics)! Here are Gandma and Papa duking it out on the Wii. Can you see the determination? I never knew they were so competitive. But then again, they do yell alot at the soccer games. That should have been my first warning.

A Bond Strengthens...

Of course you didn't think we wouldn't post pics of me and my pal Maggie. Boy, was I glad to see her. She is such a dear friend. We had a ton of fun last weekend together. I petted her. I brought her her toys. I layed with her. I threw the ball with her. I even gave her a "cheet" (treat). I miss Maggie already. In fact, as we pulled up to the soccer field Sunday afternoon, I asked, "Maggie comin?" For some reason Mommy got a big kick out of that. Mommy said she pictured Maggie pulling up to the game driving a car. How am I supposed to know if Maggie can drive or not? She seems like a good candidate. She's responsible. She has two arms and two legs. She can see real well...at least I assume she can. She always gets the balls when I throw them. And she's older than me. So wouldn't you think with all of those characteristics she could drive too? But apparently I was wrong cuz she never showed up to the game. We missed you Maggie.

An Amazing Bath

Check out this great bathtub at Aunt Ashey's house! It might as well have been a pool! It was so deep. I had a blast! Ashey even let me play with her squishy pig. However, the party was over once I spotted two pieces of fuzz floating in the water. I screamed and screamed and screamed. I hollered, "NOT GETCHU!" (not get you!). All playing stopped. I waited for someone to either rescue me or destroy the intruders. Thankfully, Mommy and Gandma confiscated the fuzz. And my bath returned to its normalcy. Phew.

Playing with Grandma and Mrs. Lanell

Well, while Hanny played with Papa...I was busy playing with Grandma and Mrs. Lanell. Do you remember Mrs. Lanell? She's the one who got me my awesome soccer ball rattle! She works with Aunt Ashley. She's a fun lady! I had a blast taking in the cool air and chewing on my rattle also while hanging out at the game. Did I tell you that lately all I want to do is chew? Some say I'm teething. Who knows. Mommy said she was convinced Hannah was getting a tooth months before she actually popped one out. Mommy feels my gums to see if anything is cooking under there. Nothing. But I do enjoy feeling the texture of the rattle pressed firmly against my gums. I loved it so much that I couldn't really take in the soccer game. Sorry Aunt Ashley! But I'm sure when I'm a bit bigger I'll be ready to go out a kick a few balls myself!