Happy New Year! 2007!!!

Bubba, does this look cute when I do this? I've been working on it over the last coupie of days. Eventually I'll be able to raise both hands. But for the time being, this is gonna have to work. Oh, I also can puff out my bottom lip, that looks pretty cute as well. I'm happy to help you out.

Ok SissyJo, listen up. Pay close attention to what I have to say. Christmas is right around the corner...I'll explain to you later what Christmas is all about but for now just know that with Christmas comes the potential of getting a lot of gifts! What are gifts, you ask?...don't worry about that either because you won't know the difference...what I need you to do is help me out. Together, with our combined attraction we can melt the hearts of anyone...especially the grandparents. Grandparents are suckers for kids our age. Just follow my lead...listen, all you have to do is smile, make noises and laugh when they pick you up...stuff like that. I have a strategy all my own...I'll say their name (that gets them the most), I'll walk towards them with my arms extend in their general direction (that works as well), I'll dance, rap, make animal sounds, etc. The cutest thing that I do is close my eyes really tight and pray for them, man that gets things rolling! You should see their reaction! SissyJo, I think were going to make a great team.

Happy Holidays to all our family and friends! We love you and pray God's best for you and your family.

There's nothing like being out on the old farm. Dirt in your diaper and dust in your hair. The smell of manure in the air. I must admit, I'm a country boy! If time would permit, I would've been playing in this field all day long. Thousands of pumpkins to choose from, and they tell you just to pick one...oh how difficult a decision it would be. Nonetheless, I conquered, and conquered well...I zoned in on the perfect pumpkin, after falling numerous times in the pursuit, I accomplished the task. Oh, only if everyday was dirt day!

What's up everybody? No time to talk due to a busy toddler schedule. i'm taking care of my little sister, you know, showing her the ropes. Really, I'm getting her ready for her photo shoot. I'll keep you posted.

Let's all be honest, who really takes the time to get out of the lake and use the commode...exactly, virtually no one. We know what's happening when you're standing in waste deep water, you're not moving and you're wearing a face like the one you see here. Those are sure tell-tell signs for anyone in your general vicinity to vacate quickly or get up stream. Grant it, a lake is bigger then a bath tub but the same principle applies. I'm talking about the "ONE's" not the "TWO's"! For the love of all that is sanitary, that's not cool. Trust me, I did it once while bathing and though it is covenant, the embarrassment to follow is never worth it. I've destroyed a many of bath waters with that little move, so my advice is take some extra time and get out. Hopefully, you the readers were inspired by this blog, but not just inspired...hopefully, you were changed! Recap: The "One's" are ok, the "TWO's" are bad.

"Say Hello to my little friend." For our protection you can refer to me as "Bruce" and to my pal in front of me, well...let's call him "Fletcher". Fletcher is one of my best friends. That's what my parents tell me. He's a great kid! Good ole' Fletch is starting to get some forward crawling motion. And I know from experience that once you tap into that there's no turning back. The world opens up to you and endless excitement and adventure beckons you to draw near. Such as, the toilet...I know people do funny things with it, and every time I walk towards it my parents nearly tackle me before I have a chance to hang on the bowl. But lets be real...what other household object is more entertaining then the procelain throne or as my mom calls it "her quite time"? Let's face it people...if it's such a bad thing then why do most people spend a good 14% of there life on it...Fletch and I want to know! We got that stat from some kid in the nursury, it might be a little off but you get the point. So yep, crawling is another step towards adolescent adventure. I can't wait until Fletcher is up and walking! If you think crawling is fun, walking is a completely different experience all together. I've heard what you've been saying..."Oh look at the little drunk waddling boy"and the "little belly rocker"...that cuts deep. Oh but just you wait, before long both Fletch and me will be up turning a "triple sow-cow toe loop" with the utmost ease and grace. Watch out toilet bowls here we come...make sure you shut your lids or else it will become a "Roaring Springs" for car keys, crackers, socks, bottles, toothbrush and pretty much anything we put in our hands. Life is fun!

Once again, sorry for the delay. Things have been a tad out of sorts the past few weeks. The little one had to go back into the hospital for an entire week. It's stuff like this that throws my schedule way off! I just get adjusted to her being in my house and the next thing you know she's gone. But now she's back again, people please, let's make it easy for us wee ones! The good news is that she's doing great. From time to time I would visit her at the hospital and wow the nurse's. I must say, they were a tuff crowd. I'm finding it difficult to compete with a girl such as her. C'mon, lets be honest, I know that my fake burps, my attempts of counting to ten and my seldom melodic songs does not hold a candle next to a cute, two week year old girl hooked up to an IV...that's way out of my league. So, long story short, I'm always looking for new material...

Speaking of new material, lets talk about my new drum and very own sticks. That's right, I've been druming in the off season...watch out Dusty! Drum sticks are fun, who needs a drum? I play them off the windows, the walls, plastic bowls, my dads little finger and his forehead...not a good idea I guess. But it does make for funny facial expressions.

Sorry folks for the delay. My week has been a little out of the norm to say the least. It all started a couple of weeks ago when I was out shopping for clothes with the parents, since when do boys wear pink and dresses? Exactly, it seemed a little strange to me. Don't get me wrong, pink I can handle but a dress is pushing it! So, I put my CSI skills to the test and after weeks of observation I concluded that someone else was moving in. And so it begins...She arrived in our home three days ago...not happy! I decided to ignore her, you know, let her know who runs the place. C'mon, just because you're little, super cute and possess a cry that melts hearts doesn't mean that you can come into my territory and take over. At least that's what I thought. To be honest, I really love my new sister. I actually rubbed her head softly yesterday instead of pushing on her soft spot. I've concluded that it's time to step up my game and in doing so I'll make her my little grasshopper.

Well, I'm told that a new addition to the family is on the way...hurray! To be honest, I'm having mixed emotions about this whole thing. On one side it will be great showing the little kid around, teaching her the tricks of the trade, how to smile, cry and laugh on cue. But on the other hand it just means more work for me. With two kids in the family this divides my amount of attention by half which means I must work twice as hard. This is really difficult for a 14month old to process, do you feel me? What will this do to my clothing budget? That's right folks, it will cut it in half! So now you all will see me walking around with a nice shirt w/o the pants...or for you lucky ladies out there...you'll see me walking around in a nice pair of paper denim jeans w/o a shirt.
Yet, in all of this, I willing adapt to welcome the new addition!

Hi. I just turned one a couple of months ago and thought its about time I start my own blog. I like to stay up with the times.
Its my responsibility to inform you on such things as; walking status, sticking fingers in foreign objects, eating anything resembling food, pooping in the bathtub...you know the basic kid stuff. For starters, the walking status is really just standing status at the moment. I can stand for 30 seconds while talking on a cell phone assistance free. It's really fun to watch the expression on my parents faces, its as if they're thinking at any given time our boy will take his 1st steps...its at that precise moment, when I've filled their hearts with hope, that I fall to my knees and crawl away laughing...its really fun. Think about, what if everyone crawled?