Tool time......

Another first

Last night Mom was talking to Papa when I walked into the kitchen.

Papa looked at Mom and said, "I thought you put him to bed!"

Mom said, "I did!"

For Pete's sake, I'm 3-feet plus--of course I can climb out of my crib.

Mom seemed a little unnerved, especially when I demonstrated four more times.

Papa comment: When your Mom got sick and tired of cute I took over. Every time you would stick your head out of the bedroom door I'd say in my deep voice, "Boy, you better get back in there!" Your bottom lip would stick out but you didn't cry. After a while I went in you room where you were playing on the floor. I put you in bed and told you I would protect you and that I loved you. You went to sleep--all that climbing had you tired out.

My first boat ride

Saturday was a big day. It was Memorial Day weekend, and I went for my very first boat ride. Mom and I went to the country to see Mom's friends. Before Mom was finished unloading the car, I had jumped in Morgan's golf cart and was busy steering.

Mary took us for a ride and we saw a real live bunny. Then Dickie took us for a ride in the boat. The weather was funny. It got cold and dark and started to rain so we didn't stay out long and went up to the house for hamburgers and milk, except that I was the only one drinking milk. Morgan sat with me and made me laugh.

Mary played blocks with me, and Dickie threw me up in the air. I didn't get to see much of Diedrich--he had to study and then took off with a friend. We loaded up the car around bedtime, and I was asleep before we got off the dirt road. It was a fun day.

We can't remember...

Playing in the yard is fun. I like to dig in Mama's flower beds--Papa calls me a the dirty little digger. I also like to play ball with Dede and Scooter. Scooter always steals my ball, but if he tries to steal Dede's ball she gets mad and growls. Scooter and I don't play with Dede when she growls. Papa says he thinks I'm crying because Scooter, Dede and I were running and we all ended up in the same spot. Then again maybe I helped Mama out by pulling up some flowers. Does it look like I'm crying because I got my body or my feelings hurt?

Note from Mama: You were crying because you pulled Dede's tail, and I told you not to do it anymore. You little, stinker!

Ball Park

Summer time and the living is easy....

These are my friends who live in the neighborhood. They like to throw the ball to Dede and Scooter and play with me. Papa says Mama is a better babysitter than he is cause she likes to boss people around. He also says we should form a ball team and call ourselves the Rugrats. Scooter could be the short-stop, but he would run away with the ball. Dede could be in charge of vending, but she would eat the popcorn.

I'm innocent....

I wanted use the drapes on the glass door for a blanket and Papa hollered at me just when they were about to come loose! He called me a little curtain climber.

A New SRV

This is my new SRV (sports recreational vehicle) that my sweet, generous Mimi bought me. In the old days they were called tricycles, but Papa calls his a pedicab, so I decided to one up him. It's a Radio Flyer. It has a canopy to keep the sun off my face, and there's even a box in the back to put my tools in... I love Mimi!

Firetrucks, birthdays and other fun stuff

Last week Mimi and I went for a walk. She wanted to go straight, and I pointed left and did that thing that annoys Mama--I said, "Uh, uh, uh, uh!"

Mimi, being the accomodating grandmother that she is, turned left. At the stop sign, I pointed left and uh-uh-uhed again. And at the next stop sign, again... until we came to the fire station where the great big red fire trucks are.

Mimi thinks I'm brilliant, and my Mama, who can't find her way out of a hole, is wondering if I'm her kid!

Friday was my birthday, but everybody forgot. I'm 19 months old now. On Saturday, after I finished my breakfast, Mama took the tray off my high chair and put it on the barstool. After she got me down, I picked up the tray, like Mama does, and put it on the floor so that Dede could have a snack.

Also on Saturday, I held the gate open for Mama to walk through. She clapped her hands and said I have very good manners.

I like yogurt...........a lot.

Hair of the dog..

Papa took this picture before I could talk, around Christmas 2007 and here is what he said:

"Jack likes to play in Scooter's bed, which makes his mom nervous. I figure a little hair of the dog never hurt any of us. Which reminds me, we went for a walk yesterday and he came home with muddy pants and I explained to his mom,"You learn to cross the ditch by crossing the ditch."

My favorite toy..

This is a picture of me with my favorite toy taken in November 2007. Here is what Papa said:
"This real wood toy, unlike the cheap plastic toys, makes a BIG racket when banged on the floor. Jack seemed a little young for it, so I put it in the garage for awhile. Now I can't seem to find it. Oh well, it'll probably turn up in a few years?"

Early morning...

Guess who the sleepy head is?

Bless his heart...

This is a picture of my first black eye. A mosquito bit me near the eye yesterday when I was helping Mama paint the fence. Papa said he figured it was over due since I'm always running around like a little Indian and running into
things.

I like to help paint. Mama says she can't wait for me to learn how to use a brush instead of my hands. Now I have my own paint shirt.

Today Uncle Clarke and Mimi ate dinner with us. I wanted to show off so I ate pineapple with my own fork. I like my fork. Last night I slept 12 hours...Mama says that's really showing off and I'm a smart boy.

Papa says Mimi was mean to him....why would anyone be mean to my Papa?