At the park on Friday I must have kicked this ball a million miles.
Oh Mommy, you're so funny!
A goofy family picture that Daddy took of us.

My Friend Kent

I saw my friend Kent last night. We went to dinner and then we went to Wolfchase and played on the playground there.

Apparently, after I finished my supper I was not quite through. So, I sat in Daddy's lap and had some more peas.
Daddy and Aunt Heather made fun of Mommy for buying these mini popsicles, but I found them just the right size and quite yummy.

Career Day

Judging by my reaction to the tool belt, I definitely won't be a carpenter.
Well, maybe I'll be a dog food inspector at Purina.

At Oak Court today I was spellbound by the water and the glass elevator.
WHAT?!?! No swimming in this water?! Mimi, that one's for you! (She'll know what I mean.)

I'm trying to master the camera smile.

Just Like my Daddy

Other than the fact that I look alot like Daddy, there's another way that we're alike. See that little part of my hair that's sticking straight up? Daddy has that too. I see alot of hair gel in my future.

Isn't this what I'm supposed to do on the train table? Actually, I'm trying to make the trains crash like my Aunt Heather taught me to do.

Aunt Heather came up last night to be with me for my PE tubes. We went to Huey's for dinner.

Tube Day

This is how I rode home from the doctor. You see, I had what was termed an"hysterical reaction" to the anesthesia. This included screaming, kicking, and hitting. At one point, I launched my sippy cup so hard that it hit the wall on the other side of the room. I also threw my apple juice on Aunt Heather. The doctor had said that a few kids have that kind of reaction. I was so mad that I wouldn't let Mommy put my shirt back on. The staff let us go a little earlier than normal. I think they thought I would scare all the other kids and parents.
After a biscuit from Chick-fil-A and a glass of milk, I am back to my normal self. I immediately went and found some balls to play with.

Shopping Cart Demon

I love my shopping cart. Usually, I am nice and just put all my balls in it and push them around. But sometimes I'm not so nice.....
Notice that I'm laughing like a maniac. That's because I'm trying to mow Bailey down with my cart. He was not fond of that.

This is my sign for airplane. I do this every time I see or hear one. Mommy thinks this developed from her pointing to the sky at an airplane and saying,"Look, Jack, it's an airplane." I also know the signs for more, please, and all done. But, I only use them when I want to. I'm kinda stubborn that way.

My Visit to the ENT

Somebody get me out of here!! I went to see Dr. Long today. He was a nice man but I didn't appreciate him looking in my ears or putting a stick in my mouth. In any case, I'll be getting tubes next Wednesday.