Mangos are...

Mmmm...I love mangos. In fact, they can be described in one word (my biggest word to date)...







While I have uttered many 3 word sentances..."I did it", "Daddy get it", "Daddy sit down!" this is my first 3 syllable word.

The Great Puddle Irony

We had a lot of rain this weekend...downpour after downpour throughout the weekend which of course culminates into one thing: puddles! I like splashing in puddles. It's fun. All was fine until I decided, of my own free will, to sit down in the puddle. Then all of a sudden the next thing I know, I'm being ushured inside and suddenly being required to take a bath. Which is fine...I love taking baths.

Interesting thing about baths, though, they are basically large contained puddles. They are not much different, I splash around, by the time I'm done the water is kind of dirty and I am just bathing in my own filth. How much more clean is that than the puddle? Kind of ironic that I need to get out of one dirty puddle to clean myself off in another one isn't it? Just some food for thought.

More Hare, Less Hair

Man, last Saturday, May 14th. was a busy day I tell you. Per the usual, I got up at 5:30, took Dad downstairs had some coffee and started basketball practice. Oh, but this was no ordinary basketball practice, you see, because the Easter Bunny made a second trip to my house and dropped off a basketball hoop on Friday. I must have been an even better little boy than I originally thought for the Easter Bunny to show up again. Usually, I work on my chest passes in the early morning, but with the new ball in hand Dad and I started working out outlet passess. I'm thinking we'll start doing a little three man weave here pretty soon. I have to be careful, though, if Dad thinks I'm not hustling hard enough I hear "Alright, get on the line" and me makes me run killers.

Dad says it's really important to be good at sports because nobody ever made money reading. Sunday, Dad took me out and I made my first basket on the new hoop.

I also learned how to dunk. Keep in mind...this is a regulation sized hoop.





And, yes Grandma...I prefer to wear my hat backwards. Mom and Dad put it on the "correct" way, but I turned it around. It just looks cooler.

Here is video evidence of the Easter Bunny's return. I'm hoping to capture some Bigfoot video later this summer.










After the Easter Bunny visit, it was off to Water Babies where I continue to splash and have a good time. Afterwards, we stopped to get doughnuts and coffee. I had my first full doughnut (because they were out of doughnut holes) - powdered sugar and wolfed it down.

Next, up was my second trip to the barbershop. My hair was getting unruly, and I was starting to look like a hippie, so it had to be done. Not my favorite thing to do, but I was entertained my watching TV and dad blowing bubbles.

So basketball practice, the Easter Bunny, water babies, coffee and doughnuts, then a haircut all before noon. In fact, I was asleep by11:55 and out for a 4 hours nap after a morning like that. I just wish Dad wouldn't insist on 6AM Saturday morning basketball practices.

Ready for Summer Eatin'

It is time for summer to come, and I am all set for nice weather to be here. Mom and Dad have been preparing me with summer foods. In the past few weeks, I have tried all sorts of main dishes: hamburgers, french fries, popcorn, and dad grilled brats for me a couple of days ago. I have also tried chocolate chip cookies and ice cream. In fact, two of my most common words are "cookie" and "ice cream" - they are true ambrosia. I woke up from a nap a couple of days ago and the first words I uttered were ice cream. I have decided, however; that marshmellows were only tasty on Easter and are no longer appealing.

Ice cream is most fun when eaten from a cone; however, you have to be careful. I am finding experience means a lot when enjoying ice cream. New to the ice cream eating arena, I found out the hard way that when one's ice cream is already melty it is not a good idea to take a bite out of the bottom of the ice cream cone. That just results runny ice cream in your lap, which occurred slightly before the above picture was taken.

I had homemade chocolate chip cookies courtesy of Mom a couple of weeks ago, and they are a delicacy I must enjoy more often. I prefer to have cookies with breakfast and for dinner, but Mom and Dad don't seem to agree. Dad told me of a mythical sandwhich where ice cream is placed between two cookies. Something that wonderful sounds too good to be true; I'll have to see it before I believe it. Dad is not always right, I am finding...plus he is a liar.

We stopped for coffee and doughnuts this weekend; however, I was denied coffee. As a benevolent overlord, I have capitulated and decided "coffee", or "foffee" as I like to pronounce it, is one of a handful of "Daddy juices" that I don't need at this time. Despite the lack of coffee, I did have a two doughnut holes this weekend. I got to try a regular and powdered sugar cover doughnut hole. I really liked the powdered sugar doughnut hole; the other one just seemed plain without the sugar.

But, I am not all about sweets; I have a figure to maintain. The coming of summer means fresh fruits and more blueberries...MMMM!

The Easter Bunny Cometh

Easter came and went and I had a good haul. Lots of visitors (family and deer) and food...ham, potatos, and two kinds of Jell-O! I've already proudly eaten through one of the containers of Jell-O, and sadly almost done with the second. I even had Monday off from school. Truly, a great weekend indeed.

The most fun with Easter was the Easter Egg hunt. In the few minutes I spent upstairs entertaining Grandma and Grandpa, the Easter Bunny came and went. By the time I got back down stairs, there was a trail of pastel colored Easter Eggs throughout the house. They lead me to a bounty of presents and marshmellows.

One of my favorite activities at school is slicing. On my daily report card it says I spent the day slicing vegetables. Envisioning a not quite 2 year old wielding a knife and cutting into vegetables, father inquired as to my activities. Mom and dad were relieved to discover it was actually wooden toys held together by velcro.