Change is coming...

I am happy to say that my Mom's only New Years resolution was to learn how to bake. While it has been a little touch and go with her results, I have been happy to be her sous chef. I'm not even going to pretend that the stuff we make is clean. It's pretty much a lock that my hand has gone into the dough or batter at least once - most likely more.



She has also (for an unknown reason to me) recently learned about jello jigglers and keeps making them. THEY ARE GROSSSSS.

Stop making them. Enough said.



So I'm sure you remember my news about a new baby. Well, according to Mom... there has been a slight regression where my behavior is concerned. As more and more baby stuff gets pulled out, the more I try to claim it for myself. Here I am, stuffed into a bumbo seat.

I say "good luck to you, baby. May the best man win." (In case it's not clear - I am the best man.)



In other news, but apparently somewhat related, I got booted from my crib. Sure, my new sleeping digs are cool, but I still have my eye on the crib. We'll see how things pan out.



OH!!! Check it out - my new "air force bingdaids!" I love them so, but wear them only when I do not have a booboo. I mean seriously - if my booboo is covered up, how am I supposed to constantly point it out, talk about it, and tell mom to "wook at it?" I think you can see my dilemma.



Moving on... we just got back to Peedles and Poppy's house after moving all of our stuff into the new Casa Jackson in southern Georgia. It is pretty rad... Mom and I hadn't seen our stuff since spring of last year. Playing with all of my toys again was glorious! Simply glorious.

Here I am, just a few miles from the border of FL mind you, bundled up in a coat while playing outside. It was FRIGID. There is something wrong with that.

Also, one might think that there is something wrong with a football going into the basketball hoop. They'd be wrong.

Well, well, well... what have we here? Could it be me... in the baby's room... marking my territory? Yep - dig it.

In case it isn't clear, I am still not real sure about this baby. In fact, despite the fact that Mom has made it abundantly clear this baby will live with us, have his own room, toys, etc..., I keep insisting that babies do not live in our house, but rather in stars. Jesus and dogs also live in stars. So good luck getting that baby out of a star.

Poppy came and joined us in the new house too!! Not sure about the others, but he was a HUGE help to me... HE FIXED MY TRAIN TABLE!!! Now it makes all sorts of fun sounds. Mom is super psyched about this.

And for a parting shot... the circle. My new house has a big loop that I can run around. Obviously, I am fast all of the time, but I am at my fastest when naked. It's like little wings attach to my feet and I just soar. See below for proof.

Hope you enjoyed the latest and greatest! I have been slacking on getting posts up here but will try to do better. You'd think I'd be on top of this with dad overseas, but alas, I am not.