Museum of Flight

Mommy and Daddy took me to the Museum of Flight the week before my surgery. It was just as much fun this time as it was the first time.

I love buttons. These people were watching something on a TV which I didn't care for, so I started pushing buttons, and VOILA! A new show started!


Cool outfit.

The only problem with the museum is that I have to keep climbing over these giant striped blocks in order to get close to the airplanes.

Or sometimes I have to duck under a chain to get a closer peek. But every time I try that Mommy pulls me away.

Me and daddy.

Flying! Or trying to. I kept trying to get us in the air, but there was a big piece of plastic covering all of the buttons.

More buttons!

This button actually made a giant balloon lift into the air.

Pulling on a handle did the same thing. I couldn't quite reach it, so Daddy helped me out.

Mommy showed me how to make an airplane move. I just had to push this stick around and the airplane tilted and turned.

Another button!

We went to the museum with Daddy's friend from work. He has a little boy who is a little younger than me. Here we are sizing each other up. I think I could take him...

Another great trip to the Museum of Flight. It's free the first Thursday of every month after 5pm. Anyone want to go next time?

Annual Hospital Visit

Momma and Dadda like to bring me to the hospital once a year to torture me. Last year it was Pneumonia and they tried to suck the life from my lunges. The year before was my tummy troubles and they gave me a second belly button. This year they decided to raise the bar. The doctor poked holes in my ears and then still had time to play around with my throat.



Here's momma pretending to be on my side, but I knew better. I wasn't going down without a fight. It took a lot of drugs to make me look like this. The other kids in the hospital may have been conformers, but not me. I'm no tool. I gave 'em hell the whole way. I even tried my best to rip that tube out of my hand. They may have been able to take my pride by dressing me in a purple gown, but they couldn't take my fight!


When I got home I was exhausted, but I finally won. After months of Momma and Dadda trying to make me into a good boy, they finally gave up and allowed me to do whatever I want. I watched Toy Story 6 times in a row and ate only marshmallows for two days. Just for fun I would cry and Momma did whatever I wanted.


My girl friends made me a card and brought me cupcakes. The new kid at church even brought otter pops. I think he was just trying to butter me up, though. He has been beggin me to introduce him to my girl friends.


After three days of faking it, Momma finally caught me feeling good. Now that she knows, I think she might make me eat yucky food again. I may even have to go to time out. Oh well... there's always next years hospital trip.

Date night

Some of my friends came over on a Friday night a couple of weeks ago. Mommy and Daddy called it Date Night. I had three dates on one night! No wonder I was tired when their parents came to get them.

Of course, I was the only kid to be put in time out during the night.

We had a ton of fun jumping--that's one of my favorite things to do. I love jumping in my crib because I can get so high in the air. Katie and Amelia jumped in the crib with me.

In this picture I look way taller than Amelia because I'm getting some awesome height off my mattress.

Olivia even got in the crib with us.

One of the fun games we played was jumping and then falling down. Olivia didn't quite get this game, but I think she still had fun.


After the falling down game, we played WWF. I got in some great body slams and Amelia put me in a headlock. Mommy and Daddy didn't get pics of that, but they have it all on video. I'll have to post that another time.

Playing at Seahurst

We did more at Seahurst than just eat and cry over ice cream.



Daddy pushed me in circles on the tire swing.





When I got off, I couldn't even walk straight! In this picture, I'm falling, not running.



Daddy and I played on the other parts of the playground. He helped me climb a chain link ladder.



It didn't seem too tough, so I thought I'd try it on my own a little later.




It turns out that climbing that thing is harder than it looks when Daddy's not pushing and pulling me up. I got a little stuck on my own.



And of course, it wouldn't be a day at the park unless I threw a tantrum about something completely ridiculous--like going down the slide.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to go down by myself or with Mommy, but it all turned out fine in the end.

I love the park. I can't wait for summer!

We all scream for ice cream

At least, that's how it started out. For Valentine's Day, Mommy, Daddy, and I took a picnic to Seahurst Beach. We each got ice cream cones at Dairy Queen. I love ice creams cones.








Actually, I love the ice cream IN the cones. Eventually I got to the point where all of the ice cream was stuck in the bottom of the cone and I was having a hard time getting to it without actually eating the cone.


So Daddy thought he would help out by biting off part of the cone so I could get to the ice cream.


Well, after that I decided I DID want to eat the cone and I was not at all happy that Daddy had just taken a bite out of it. He tried to give it back to me, but I didn't want it anymore.


So in the end it was just, "I scream for ice cream."