Papa gets in BIG trouble!

Papa took this piture just as I was waking up from my nap. 

Yesterday I got a haircut from Ms. Banana--Kantana.  I was a big boy and didn't cry and only moved my head 10 times.  Papa says Ms. Banana was determined to beat that cow lick in the front of my head even if she had to shave me.  Now I don't have a cow lick and Papa is in big trouble with Mama and Mimi.  Papa says everyone should relax because I'll have a great haircut in a few weeks.  

Watch out for the rats...

 I like to get up early in the morning then go back  nite nite with Mama.   She laughs at me when I come into her room with some of my stuff.  I need my sippy cup, baby duck, fire truck, baby fire truck and blanket. There is more stuff I need,  but can't carry it all.

Mimi says I have a rats nest in my hair.  Why would a rat be in my hair? I don't think I like rats.  Papa days I need a hair cut.

From Mama: “Mama, I pind it! I pind it!”  [Translation:  I found it.  I found it.  It being the “baby duck”—the little rubber duck we’d searched the house for.]

 

“Where did you find it?”

 

“I pind it al la la la chair.”  [I found it in the chair.]

 

When Jack doesn’t know a verb, he substitutes the phrase “a la la la.”

From Papa...Life of Riley..

Everyone should be a 2-year-old for a day.  Life is simple for these guys. Take math, for example, you only have 2 numbers to worry about--one and two. One equals one and two equals everything else. Want to be cute? Just repeat something stupid an adult said and smile.  Want the moon? Just bat those baby blues and say pleeese.  Don't know what you want? Just say some words they don't understand, and they will start offering you stuff till you see something you do want.  Tired of riding your trike?  Just get off and somehow it'll get back home. Need a nap?  Any place any time, master. Want to stay out of trouble?  Do whatever you want, and if they get mad, just put on that siht-eating-grin and keep it there till it cracks them up.

  

Papa and Me...

Papa says I'm a good boy some of the time. He says I'm a better baby than Mama was when she was my age.  Mama says Papa's memory has crashed.  Sometimes Papa  helps me to get dressed and gives me a bath.  I'm short so Papa makes me pick up things off the floor for him.  Papa and I like to eat popcorn.  I got a computer for Christmas, and Papa puts it on his desk so I can help him work.   Sometimes we ride the tricycle or the worm and now we play with our new wagon.  Sometimes Papa wants to share my toys, but I'm not good at sharing.  If Papa counts to five I say, "6,7,8 and 9."  I've learned to open doors, and Papa says this is not a good thing.

The thing I like best about Papa is our walks. 

We always take Turdor and we take Lulu when 

she needs to pee pee.  We have friends and 

stop to talk to them.  Lots of time we walk

to Uncle clarks house and talk to him.

Santa Claus came to see me....

Mama made cookies for Santa and I got to eat some of them.  On Christmas morning Mimi, Papa and Mama watched me open presents.  I was very excited.  Later, Uncle Clark came over and I got even more presents.  I like Christmas.  My favorite toy is a truck that carries other trucks.  Papa says I now have 3 more trucks than UPS.  Aunt Anne and Mimi ate dinner with us.  Aunt Anne helped me play with my toys.  Mama read me my new books.  I had a busy day and was ready for bed at 8:00.

More Alabama..

Peanut, the pony, lives in a barn.  I got to play in the barn with Peanut and my cousins.  Mimi picked turnip greens and gave the bad ones to Papa.

It was very cold, but I stayed warm running around and around. I got to ride in a golf cart and play on a big tractor.  I like being on the farm.

Sweet Home Alabama..

Mama, Mimi and I went to Alabama before Christmas.  Alabama is a long ride.  I got to play with all my cousins and ride Peanut, the pony.  I also played with Bo, the guard dog.  This is a picture of me with great uncle Bill Baker and Mimi.  Mimi didn't want to ride Peanut.