Man Work

With Dad gone for a while, I'm assuming the man-of-the-house roll. I'm starting small, but working up to big projects.

Here I am doing important work. Digging. Digging what exactly? Unimportant. Just digging.

Now, with all the digging and obvious display of macho activity, does it cancel this out?

Can I just say that some things do get better with age? Seriously - the older I get, the holidays just get better. Take for instance... Halloween. Here's a quick flashback.

Here I am as a baby - about 4 months old or so. Not doing much... just hanging out, spitting up, etc...

The next year was a bit better, but as you can see - I'm still looking a bit lost and unsure of myself and also quite oblivious to the goodies that were going into my bucket.

This year? Do not be fooled by my forlorn expression. I know what's up.

I had an entire day of halloween festivities. Here's the rundown.

First up, I prepared for my first ever school performance. I think you'll see evidence below that proves I was the shining star of the class.






This is my class. I'm not really a big fan of group photos. But get me by myself and...





I. Come. To. LIFE. (Sans my "lid"/zebra head of course. The bane of my mother's existence.)







After the in-class preparations, we headed to the gym for our performance. Here I am, forcing myself to talk to the cooey-est (scariest) kid in the entire world. I, in-fact, referred to him exclusively as "Cooey Kid."



Ahhh... and then the performance. Click on link below (it wouldn't embed for some reason). Believe me - I am not at all hard to identify... And my mom would like for me to note that I was candy-free during the spectacle.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vu6O3XjU4YM




So moving on... Despite the fact we had a morning full of activity, the day was in diapers. I still had trick-or-treat coming up!!!



I prepared for my rounds that evening by letting my fellow trick-or-treater, Christopher, push me around on a little car. Note the crazy face... We were pretty much wiped by the time we were supposed to head outside. Oops.



We rallied though and headed out! Initially, Mom felt it was necessary to take me around by hand.



She quickly learned that I needed no such help.

Here I am letting the good people know that their decorations are very cooey. VERY.




Christopher, his mommy and Peedles brought up the rear in case I "tried to make a run for it." Yeah... like that would ever happen.




So as you can see, Halloween was a total blast and I can't wait until next year.

In other news, Daddy is away for a while so we have headed back to Peedle and Poppy's house. Nothing too new - same old story...

Mom wishes I was more like this.



But I can't help it! This is just the real me.

Knoxtopia

Hello all!

So, life is good. Sure, Dad is getting ready to head out for a while to single-handedly fight terrorists (his words, not mine), but man, we have been cramming in some super fun activities in the meantime. I don't know if my parents are suffering from guilt or just trying to make fun memories, but I am only too happy to be the recipient of their love/guilt.

So here is a snapshot of the last ten days with Team Jackson.

Yeah... I pretty much drove it. In case it isn't clear, it is a wee-oooh-wee-oooh. Totally rad.

Then I got to co-pilot a big digger. Just to make sure my buddy was comfortable, I made sure I kept my little hand on his leg to let him know I was there to take over whenever necessary.

Here I am showing Mom my newly acquired skills. She was a nervous rider to say the least.

WOOWOOO!!! And then I got a BLUE SUCKER!!!

After that overwhelmingly exciting outing, my folks packed me up and took me to the beach.

Here I am in the car clutching my beach bucket. Did I allow it to be pried out of my hand until we arrived at the beach? No. I did not.

Upon arrival, I really dug in...

And then I took in all the Lady Seas had to offer.

First up - a little game of cat and mouse.

I was doing so well...

AHHHH!!!! NO!!!! STOPPPP!!!

That water is VERY fast!

Not to worry. Next time, I took back-up.

We then proceded to conquer the ocean together.



I will be back, you massive and slightly-scary body of water. Until then... keep it real.

Up next - a zoo!

Here I am working to befriend a peacock named Henry. Sadly, I was unsuccessful. But whatever - he turned out to be completely lame. He didn't even show us his plume.

OOOH! Here is a friend! A little turrrdle. I love turrrdles.

Keeping it moving... next up was Sea World!!

Now what would you think would be my favorite thing to see/experience at this magical place?

The shark tunnel with the moving sidewalk?

Nope.

The beluga whales and polar bears?

Uh-uh.

SHAMU??

Still a big negative.



Give up? It was the MIST MASHEEEN!!!!!!!!

HOURS. I could have spent HOURS in this thing.

I think it may have bummed Mom and Dad out a bit, but what can you do? Those things are so awesome!

Gettin' durrrty in the south

Georgia is really starting to pull through for me. I should clarify that I am referring to the state, not the dog. Georgia the dog is a piece of God's flawless handiwork and it has never been up for debate about whether I like her.

Anyhoo... the weather has been a little stifling at times, but all in all, not too shabby, Peach State. Not too shabby.

I have discovered a little demon bug called the "fire ant." And by discovered, I mean I was attacked by them one afternoon when I was trying to stalk a bunny. Not to worry. Now when I see one or thousands, I immediately begin squishing them.

Here, I am showing Daddy my plan of attack.



I've also begun climbing trees.

What's that? You think my tree is lame and about the same height as me?

Well, you're lame.



I am still really into mowing. Concrete, pavement, dirt... whatever. Just as long as it is not grass.



Oooh! What's that over there??



TUNNELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Again, like the tree... don't judge me. It is super fun to run up and down, back and forth through these concrete tunnels (also known as drains). If left to my own devices, I could perhaps do it for an entire day. Unfortunately, my vote is rarely accepted on issues such as these. (Yeah, Mom. I'm talking to you.)



To counter-balance the demon ants, I have found an animal down here that is Ah. May. Zing.

The gay-or (gator).

Here I am, stealthily looking for one.



And here, I am trying to talk Daddy into letting me wrestle one. It was just a baby - totally the right size to start with. Right??

Anybody??



After that failed attempt to channel Steve Irwin, Mom and I found a HUGE spider that lives above the gator swamp. This picture does not do it justice - just know that it was like the size of my hand.



Ahh... there you go.

Shoot. My hand is not in the picture for scale.

After the gator hunting, my Granny and I kicked it old school and went for a stroll.

And thus wraps up the latest haps in the world of Diggy. Jealous, much?

Peace out for now.

Starting to lose it...

Soooo... as you know, my summer had a little switch-up about halfway through. I was moved back east to WV and also got some new roomies. To be honest, I wasn't sure how it would go... I mean, I'm totally into my own space these days and it can get sticky when I share.

Well, worry no more - it worked out beautifully. Poppy and Peedles proved to be fantastic co-dwellers.

Per usual, I learned lots from them.

Like here... I learned how to listen to a children's story while managing to not sacrifice any of my masculinity.



And Poppy showed me how to totally act chill when hangin' in the kitchen. (I now regularly stand like this.)



Unca Tew (Uncle Stew) also came up and hung out with me. It was cool. We shot the breeze, had a jam session... You know... the usual.



Aside from the visiting, I also got to play outside a LOT. Here I am, looking proud, as I had just figured out how to open the fence and escape off the deck.



And here I am starting to lose it - using my shoes as "hands". (If you can, note the crazy face. Anytime the bottom lip gets sucked in, it's game over. Rampage begins.)



My mom has mentioned a few times that she is worried all of this moving and changing is going to make me go crazy.

I cannot imagine why she thinks that.



Now we're living in southern GA, so I can only assume that things will get even more exciting! Until then... go McCain/Palin!