The Foreman

Daddy and I went for a walk the other day and look what we discovered:  construction machinery!  Holy cannoli, this is the best day of my life (thus far).  I better put on my foreman hat and inspect the site.

While I'm excited to see the machinery, I can't help but wonder what happened to all the old people that lived in the nursing home here. Hopefully they had a permit to tear down the building and informed the old people to move out. 

So far, so good.  I don't see any old people wandering aimlessly looking for their nursing home.  The machines also appear to be in good working order.

Hmm, just a pile of dirt.  Good.  No old people over there, either.  Whew.  I sure am glad, because those rollers can roll over people pretty fast, and old people have a tendency to be slow.  Look at Mommy and Daddy. They are old and slow.  

Man, look how huge I am compared to this dinky digger!

Inspection passed.  Glad to see they thought of the old people before the machines tore down their nursing home.  I'll be sure to notify the authorities if I see any old people wandering aimlessly through the streets. 

A Midseason Montage

I'm feeling antsy.  I'm ready for spring and construction season, therefore, my brain isn't working so well for blogging.  What to do?  Bring on the montage!  Now pretend there's some cheesy 1980's music from a John Hughes film.  I'll give you time to think up the tune.  Got it?  Okay here goes!

Dressin' up.

I remember the exersaucer!

Who is that goofball in the mirror?

Relaxing.

Helping baby sister with her paci.

Chillin' with baby sister.

Fin`.

Faster than a speeding Thomas

It was just an ordinary Sunday when daddy got me into the car and we were off. Little did I know that his plan was; go up hill, go down a hill, repeat. I've been told this is called “sledding”. I vaguely remember it from this summer, but that was on grass at G and G Ficek’s house. Hmm, this could be interesting.

Here I am being towed by Daddy to the hill. Mush, mush.

Now up the hill – faster daddy, I want to go down sometime today.

What! I have to walk up the hill. Was it something I said?

We did manage to go down the hill once, and then I got distracted by the shiny object called the slides.

The cold weather made then really slick. The tornado slide certainly turned me around.

Oh yeah, we’re here to sled. And sled we did. After about the third trip down, I was hooked. Despite the slow walk back up, daddy and I had a great time sledding. Your turn to pull me up the hill next momma.

Dunkin' Amelia

Look who came to visit a few weeks ago...my best gal Nana!  She stopped in with Grandma and Grandpa F to see baby sister get dunked at church.  I wonder if she'll cry.  I didn't.  I was too manly for crying even at such a young age.  What can I say?  I'm cool.  

Amelia was mad she had to share Grandpa with me.  Sorry, sis, that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

What. The. Heck. Is. On. Her. Head.  She looks like a cat or something.  Did she grow horns overnight?  Good thing she's being baptized to wipe all those bad horns away.  Whew.

Here's a photo of me.  Oh, and I guess there's a few other people in it, too.

One last photo of me.  What?  You more than just me?  I must be blind since I only see the cutest boy in the world, front and center.  And they say three year olds are self centered.  Whatever.