"A boy's story is the best that is ever told." -Charles Dickens

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Songtime with Jonathan

"Come and Dime"... the aerobic version


Friday, September 18, 2009

It Was Horrible!!

It's me, Andrew. Gotta tell you what happened a few weeks ago... they took me for another haircut. Last time just Daddy took me. This time it was Daddy and Bubba and Mama. Last time I didn't cry too much...just at the end.

This time it was horrible!! I cried and cried and cried the whole time!!!

The lady didn't even care. She just kept snipping away with those scissors. And getting hairs all over the place. Even in my mouth. Mama said if I'd stop crying and keep my mouth shut then I wouldn't get hair in my mouth.

And the lady kept telling me to turn the other way. And look at my toes.

I didn't want to turn the other way.

I didn't want to look at my toes.

I wanted out of that chair.

I wanted Mama to hold me.

Well, finally they took me out of the chair.

Mama didn't hold me.... She got IN THE CHAIR!!!!!

Daddy held me so I cried some more.

Wait a minute..... What's this thing you're giving me...??? Hey, I know what that is...it's one of those things Bubba always gets after he gets his hair cut. He holds the stick and puts the round thing in his mouth so that's what I'm gonna do.

Hey, this is really good!

It's ok Mama. You can stay in that chair.

I'm getting sticky over here but everything's under control!


Nothing like some sugar to cure what ails you!!

Friday, September 4, 2009

The "Moo-see-um"

On Wednesday Daddy and Mama taked us here!!! We had SOOOO much fun! They had cars and you taked the wheels off and put new ones on and they had a bus but we didn't get to drive it cause somebody else was taking a turn and they had drums to hit and a cow that said "moo!!" and a carousel with horses that goed up and down and round and round and a table with trains on it and water and a rain cloud and it rained sometimes and sometimes the wind blowed and there were boats in the water and ducks too.

Mama said we can go back another day.

How bout tomorrow, Mama?