"Show Me the Money!"

"Munae" is the way I pronounce it, and I am fascinated with it. The brown munae is my favorite. I walk around the house begging for it. Every time I see a purse or wallet I start saying munae, munae, munae. If you give me only one piece, you're guaranteed to be asked for more, more, more. I like to put it in containers and shake it. I carry it around in my Halloween pumpkin. I try to put it in different slots and tiny places on my toys. I put it in different bags. I'll put the munae in the bag, the bag on my shoulder, and tell you bye-bye as I head for the door. Munae and spoons have been my favorite toys lately, and some think I'm a little obsessed.

You better not take my munae! I like to put it on and in different parts of my toys.

I'm slowly learning to count, and from what I hear,

munae is the best thing to have around to count.

Reeeeeaach!

I got a balloon when we were out yesterday. I was so excited about it that it had to stay with me all night long. We had to tie it to my bookshelves at bedtime, and I awoke asking for my "boon." After drinking my morning milk I began to play with it, and it drifted right out of my hands - straight up to the ceiling. I decided to take the problem into my own hands and solve it on my own. "EEEEEEECH!" (reach) is one of my new favorite words. I persistantly said it while I went into my mom's closet and got her little stool. I carried it into the bedroom, stood up on it, and reached with all my might. Unfortunately, the stool wasn't tall enough, and my Daddy had to eeeeeech to get the balloon down.

The stool was actually my mommy's stool when she was a little girl, and she still uses it. It has an inscription that reads: "This little stool is mine. I use it all the time. To reach the things I couldn't and lots of things I shouldn't." Did you have one of those stools when you were little?

happy after getting my balloon back - "Cheese!"

Happy Halloween!

The day began with breakfast with Aunt Bec Bec and Mommy and then the Halloween episode of my favorite tv show - Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Mommy tried to get me to watch "Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown," but I wasn't as interested in that. Mickey is the best!

Next, I went trick or treating at the library! Mommy and I go to the library every Wednesday morning for storytime, and it's an excellent program. All the kids wore costumes. We read books, sang songs, danced to the "Monster Bash," and I saw a puppet show for the first time. Then, we went trick or treating all over the library. We ended our "costume parade" with Halloween snacks in the children's department. It was great fun!

"No time for pictures. We've got places to go, people to see, and candy to eat!"

I went to Lillianna's house to trick or treat with some of my friends. Lillianna was a cow, and Abby was "Abby Cadabby" from Sesame Street. Later, we were joined by Mary Bibb who was Dorothy and Sam who was a golfer.

no time to waste....I led the charge..... full speed ahead! "trick or treat" "Are they coming? What's taking so long?" the best part - choosing our candy

hmmmm....This looks interesting. I've never had a sucker.

After lots of trick or treating, we ate dinner together at Lillianna's house. Thanks "Shimmy" (a.k.a. Carroll Lane) for making our dinner!

There was still a little playtime left before heading home for bed.

I had a fantastic day, and I absolutely cannot wait for Halloween next year!!!

Trunk Or Treat

We had Trunk or Treat at church on Wednesday night. I met all my friends there for dinner, and then we got to decorate cookies. Unfortunately, it was raining, so we had to "trunk or treat" in the gym. Church members of all ages lined the walls of the gym with bowls of candy, and they were all very happy to see us in our costumes.

Here is a picture of some of my friends that were there. (those who were willing to attempt a group pose for the camera) Sam was a golfer. Sarah Lane was the pumpkin that you see rolling away. Abby was "Abby Cadabby" from Sesame Street, and Emma Hensley was a carrot.

I had a great time putting chocolate icing on my cookie and then eating it. "Trick or Treat!"

Abby Cadabby and the Dinosaur

Charlie was a little sheep. He also goes to "school" with me on Thursday mornings - along with Lillianna, Mary Bibb, and Brady.

I had a great time and was very proud of my candy. The Milk Duds were my favorite because of the little, intriguing, yellow box.

Darling Dinosaur

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

posing in my costume for my blog

side shots of my spiny head, back, and tail

I practiced trick or treating by walking in the neighborhood and trying to stay on the sidewalks. That takes a lot of self control, because there are lots of cool "ahks" (rocks) in the road.

Seriously, mom. Don't you think we have enough pictures now?

Kittens

Aunt Becky and Uncle Brian have new baby kittens! Their names are Eli and Emmy, and they are soooo cute! I had a great time playing with them. They have lots of balls that they like to play with, so we had a lot in common.

I tried to feed the kittens like I feed Lizzy, but they didn't want my help.

We had a great time playing chase.

balls

boss....boss.....boss Oh the frustrations of being a young boy!!! We were at the Dollar Store several weeks ago, and my mom reluctantly gave in to my incessant begging by purchasing some little bouncy balls. Ever since playing with them at Lillianna's house, I had been wanting some. I had to have them out of the bag and two in each hand before we were even out of the store. The rest of the day was spent playing with them - hiding them in bushes, the sandbox, buckets, garbage cans, throwing them at Lizzy, bouncing them around the house, giving them a bath, etc. When daddy got home from work, I excitedly showed him my new balls and immediately took him outside to play with them. It's all sounding really great, huh? Well...you don't know the half of it yet! So, I woke up the next morning saying "boss...boss...boss...mama...boss...boss...boss...dada...boss....boss." After having my diaper changed, we went into the den, and my "boss" were nowhere to be found. I cried and cried and searched high and low. In the meantime, mommy and daddy were pulling out every ball I own - none of which were the ones I wanted. After much crying and searching, mommy told me that they were too little and dangerous and that they had gone to "boss heaven." I wasn't sure if I didn't understand her or if I didn't believe her, but regardless, that answer was not going to cut it with me. I eventually became distracted with something else and temporarily forgot about them. However....several times throughout that day and the many days to come, I would begin asking for "boss peezzzz" and walk over to the basket on the counter where they had been kept. Everytime someone came to visit, I would grab their finger, lead them to the basket on the counter, and say "boss peezzzzz." This has gone on for several weeks. I don't know why it's so hard for the grownups to understand that I have not forgotten about my tiny beloved "boss." Well, what I didn't know until recently, is that my mom has been desperately searching for real bouncy balls that are larger in size. She searched several Wal-marts, toy stores, and dollar stores - and even purchased a few - none of which met my satisfaction. She even tried to trick me by keeping them in the same basket on the counter. Well, let me tell you....I'm smarter than that! So, we were at Old Navy last Tuesday night, and suddenly - out of nowhere - I began to hear the "hallelujah chorus." I turned around and standing right beside me was a large (6 foot tall) gumball machine full of bouncy balls. You can imagine my excitement! But, unfortunately, this is not yet the happy ending to my story. You see.....the gumball machine would only take quarters. Mommy didn't have her wallet because she was out with daddy and me, and daddy had no cash. We went to the car to get loose change, and we couldn't find any!!! none!!! (That's what happens when you clean out your car. Mental note....I won't be doing that when I'm older!) Daddy said he would get some cash back after making our purchase, but guess what! You got it. Old Navy doesn't offer cash back with debit card purchases. Naturally, we all had to get in the car and drive to the nearest ATM. (Daddy didn't accept mommy's offer to go shopping next door in order to get cash back. go figure!) He was also not happy that we were "driving all over creation" just to get some silly balls. Well, mommy and I excused that comment, because we know he's not around all day when I periodically go to the basket on the counter and start whining for "boss peeez." When we returned to Old Navy, I got to put the money in and turn the crank on the giant gumball machine. It was tons of fun! And, you better believe we got MANY new, large, bouncy balls! The moral of this story: Always carry spare change, never clean out your car, and never underestimate the intelligence and memory of an 18 month old!

"game face"

Please excuse the poor quality of this picture and notice instead the antagonistic look I have on my face. My daddy calls this my "game face." As you probably already know, football is taken very seriously around here, and I am just now learning how to "play it cool."

I'm sure this incredibly blurry picture will come back to haunt me in the future.

(high school yearbook maybe?)

A New Perspective

These days I frequently find myself viewing the world from a new perspective.

I love to have my picture made and then look at myself on the camera.

CHEEEESE!

OH REALLY???!!!

unsuccessful photo shoot with Lizzy