A little reminder...

Since it's been a while since I updated everyone on just how the Diggy does roll, here you go...

First up - I'm always ready to go at a moment's notice. Maybe even when we're not going anywhere. That's just my way. Dig it.



Do I poke holes in the middle of every piece of banana before I eat it? You bet I do.



And sometimes I like a good fuzzy boot. Don't knock it - they are like little ovens for my tiny feet.



A little alteration on the ol' 52 card pick-up. For a real challenge, I like to play 1,500 puzzle-piece-pick-up.



Okay, so maybe 1,500 was a bit much.

What's that? Am I all boy? OR is half of me really a mystical dragon?? I usually keep my tail and claws hidden in my pants and shoes.

When I'm feeling tough, I like to take my shirt off, throw a hat on (slightly crooked of course) and respond only with grunts and head-nods.

Enough of that.

OHH!!! STICKERS!!!!!!!! I LOVE STICKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!

And to wrap up this update, I also like to wear a bag on my head (yes, it's breathable) and run around the house with it. Do I sometimes run into things? Sure. Do I get hurt? No - because I'm tough. (for a reminder, see two pictures above.)

Peace out.

Soooo cold...

Sooooo... not surprisingly, it is pretty much freezing out here on any given day. Daddy was gone for a few weeks, so Mom and I passed the time as best we could.

First up - impressions.

Hey. I'm Daddy. I like the Gators. I hate having my picture taken.
(Please note - my impression was spot-on.)



Kidding Kidding! Impressions are over! (Relax, Dad) I'm just taking Mom her purse, definitely not carrying it like she does.



Before long, Mom started bringing people over for me to "play" with.

First up - a tiny baby girl named "baybeeee". She really was a delight. I shared all of my toys with her - including heavy or supposedly inappropriate ones that Mom would immediately make me take back. Like I don't know what is appropriate for an infant? Puh. Leeze.



However, the age discrepancy began to take its toll and I found myself at my wits end. I mean really, if they wanted me to babysit, they should have just said so.

Now please. I beg you - no more babies.



After that visit, Miss Amy came by to hang out for an evening. She is about to have her own baby, so she often comes over to pump me for information about what it's like.

Well, I'm sorry, Miss Amy. I do have wisdom to impart, but not tonight. I'm all babied out. I'm just gonna sit here and concentrate on my yogurt raisins, thankyouverymuch.



Then came the new love of my life "lella" (aka Bella). It turns out that a much better match for an 18-month-old is an 8-week-old puppy with razor sharp teeth! She can at least fend for herself when I "share" with her.

But let me tell you - she straight wears me out.



As for the rest of my time... Well, I've just been doing a lot of drinking.

...with my boots on.



...propped up by the couch.



...longingly looking out the window, wishing warmer days would come.

Ooooh - one last parting note. Contrary to the evidence below, my mad untensil-skillz are only getting better. Plus, who doesn't think that a tiny hat of macaroni isn't hilarious?

Hmmm?? What's that? Those who wash my hair don't think it's funny?

Well.

You're wrong. It's a riot.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to you all! I hope that you had a great time ringing in 2008. I certainly did. How? By seeing how many wheat thins I can stuff in my mouth. Record - 3.



With only 1 Christmas under my belt, I wasn't sure what to expect this year.

Well. Let me tell you - it rocked. And not only were Mom & Dad around, but my Peedles, Poppy & Uncle Stew came to help me celebrate!

Before they came, I decided I need to start stockpiling food. You know... in case Mommy forgets to feed me or something.

Pasta, peas & beans? Check. I'm ready to entertain.



Christmas morning came quickly and it was quite a sight to behold.

Oh. My. Gosh. Is that a Thomas the Train tent?!?!? PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNNOWWWW!!



Moving on... oooh - neat - a zebra!! "Grrrrowllll". (Yes, that's right - all things with 4 legs growl.)



CHACHOOOOOO!!! CHACHOOOO!!! I am getting quite good at playing with my trains. And also good at "parking" them when I need a break. Where is their garage? Oh, I like to put'em right on the slats of the wooden blinds. Mom's not exactly down with this, but where else am I supposed to put them so Georgie can't play with them when I'm gone? Riddle me that.



By mid-morning, I'll admit... I was a bit on overload and needed a recharge from Daddy.



And then I was up again - demanding that I play with Uncle Stew's drill.



Despite what Mom says, I wasn't getting tired in this picture. I just thought I'd take my sleeping buddies on a tour of all things Christmas.



And then, strangely, I don't remember anything...z.zzz...zzz....

After Christmas, the festivities only continued.

My focus on food is only growing.

Pssst...Mommy...give me a bite. Wait! Why are you wrapping your arm around the plate like that?



I still love passing time by giving Georgie "soft pats". And yes, pats can still be soft even if your hand is moving at the speed of light.



OOOH!! And something that is new but super fun - sledding!!!

Guess what is on the other end of that rope!



My own personal sled dog!!!


Okay. That was awesome. And also a little scary.



So that is the latest from me! Have a great day and a wonderful New Year!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Welcome back! (or in Knox speak, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!)



In preparation for the magic of Christmas, I have been a very busy boy... One might think that I have been putting on a show for the man in the big red suit, but do not be fooled. I'm just incredibly sweet.

See? Helping Mommy again with the chores...



Eating all my veggies as quick as I can. (Partly because I don't care for anything to touch the pictures on my plate. How am I supposed to enjoy them with food all over the place?)



Taking Mommy & Daddy to the Cheyenne Christmas Lights Parade - despite the fact it was below freezing. They had a good time though and that's all that matters, right?



And every Sunday, I have been happily going to church. I haven't cried, haven't called my folks out of the service or anything! I even let them pose me in the snow - despite the fact it was blindingly bright.





Ahhh... but the sweet reward!

Some quality time with the man who makes things happen.

Yes, Santa, I have been good and I do deserve another dog as well as unlimited access to trucks and chocolate.



WHAT? This doesn't FEEL LIKE A PUPPY!!!!!



Oh well... I'll try again next year...

Love and cheer to everyone!


PS - This is the Jackson's Christmas card. Next year, ours will be the first ones to your door, but this year - enjoy the witty commentary and pretend you opened it in an envelope.

Things that I am thankful for...

Happy belated Thanksgiving! So, I've been thinking... The older I get, the more thankful I become. This newfound maturity and the recent holiday has inspired me to highlight those things for which I am most grateful - listed in a random order of course.


Continued improvement of my motor skills and reasoning capabilities. So what if Mom moved the stools - I'll just use a chair from the table. Genius.



My toys. Although, this particular one is a bit problematic b/c Georgie is scared of it. Despite the fact I'm clearly having fun inside of it, she absolutely refuses to join me.



SEE?!?! How could you not want to play in here!? Her loss.





My pink shirt. I think that by looking at it, you can see it requires no explanation. It's stunning.



My video games. I love playing them with my friends. I can usually beat them, but sometimes Panda unexpectedly pulls one over on me.





Helping.


See - I helped Daddy figure out how to get our Reindeer's head to turn on.




I am also quite adept at the random household task such as hanging curtains.




Peedles tried, but eventually, I just had to do it myself.




And obviously taking out the trash is on my chore list.





My red wagon/car/weapon. It's quite versatile - I can push it, pull it, ride in it, and ram it into anything! Especially Georgie when she doesn't heed my warning and get out of my way. I also occasionally like to roll it down the stairs.

Yep - you're right. I spend a lot of time in my wagon.

Learning about the nativity. I especially like to take down the sheep and try to feed them to Georgie.



Football with the guys.




When family comes to visit! My Peedles came a few weeks ago and we had such a good time - if you can get past the curtain hanging incident.




The snow. Well kind of. I'm trying to learn to be thankful for it at any rate. When I first came into contact with this strange substance, I tried to clean it off everything - my shoes, Daddy's shoes, my coupe, the rocks - everything. But now, I'm starting to love it.




My mom & dad.

I may have inadvertently fallen asleep on top of Dad after an exhausting afternoon. He sure makes a good pillow though - no matter how contorted I may end up.

And mommy's are good to kiss.