Gingerbread house

I don't understand the appeal of putting perfectly good candy somewhere other than my mouth, but to each his own.   My Grandma Barnes and Aunt Lynnette helped me construct my gingerbread house.  Mom was documenting the progress.....

Time Out

Ok, so once in while I have a lapse in judgement.   This may or may not have been one of those times.    When that happens, I go to this place called "time out," and do my time like a man.    Mom had just finished explaining to me why pens were a bad idea for me, and I didn't want to hear it.   I took matters into my own hands.   (See below)

Ok, so I didn't take my punishment like a man here, but I was really upset.    ARTISTS ARE SO MISUNDERSTOOD.   I have to suffer for my craft.

Little People, Big Fun

Ok, so I might be a little obsessed with Little People right now.   Mom's coworker gave her this groovy bus that I can push all my LP's around in.   I'm pretty much in heaven.   I'm perplexed by their lack of legs, but I'm willing to overlook that manufacturing flaw in light of their cheerful cherubic faces.

Sick and Tired

I'm a healthy boy, so when I find myself under the weather it's an event around here.   I ran a fever for 5 days, and on day 3, Mom took me to the doctor.   Double ear infections was the verdict.   I don't love being sick, but I did love the snuggling and the yummy pink medicine.   With just a hint of bubble gum, it leaves a nice taste on the palate.  I'm a fan.

Big boy table

Everyone reaches a point in time where they require a proper place to conduct their business.   I'm not quite two yet, but a table and chairs is much appreciated.   How are my minions to take me seriously sitting in my lawn chair?   Dad did the work, and I took on a supervisory role.  I had to step in a few times, but good help is sooooo hard to find.