April Showers

I wish I could explain to you how much I love to take showers. Its my favorite thing of the day. I love the water, the music playing, man, its just a great way to start the day. I mean, well, OK - here's how it all plays out:

Mom and I hang out on their bed and watch TV and play. In the mean time, Dad goes into the bathroom and cranks the radio and turns on the water. I'm instantly excited - doin' the hand jive, all of it. Then Dad yells the predetermined "secret code word." For instance, today was going to be Freaky Friday, but Dad didn't like that one, so we all decided on Curtain Rod. Others include Chuckles, Tangle Town, and Lady Luck. Figuring out the code word is half the fun.

Anyway, when we hear that its go time, Mom grabs me and we run into the bathroom and she hands me off to Daddy who's ready and waiting to scrub me up! We play under the shower head, we sit on the floor, its just so fun and I don't know why. Then Dad yells the code secret word and Mom grabs me and dries me off and we get dressed and go down stairs for breakfast. How great is that?

Fools rush in,
HAJ

PS - Yesterday someone thought I was a girl at the grocery store. 'Nuff said.

Quote of the Week

Older Gentleman: Oh, I bet he's a good sleeper!

Daddy (proudly): Yes! He sleeps through the night. Ever since he was 6 weeks old.

Older Gentleman: The big ones always do.

Mom and Dad look at each other and suddenly realize why they've never needed Ambien.

For what it's worth,

HAJ

Extra Large and In Charge

Does it bother anyone else that someone called me "sturdy" the other day? We were at the gas station getting coffee and a paper, and this woman came up to me and said I was cute and all that. Then she said, "Boy, he' s a sturdy little one isn't he?" What in the *&#$ is that supposed to mean? Does she think I'm funny? Am I here to amuse her? Am I a clown to her? Whatever, she had bad shoes and bad hair, so we're even.

I'm already mentally checked out at school. All I can think about is Thanksgiving vacation coming up. I can't focus. I'm only half-assing tummy time, I'm phoning in the babble talking, and all of the drooling I do is in preparation for the pumpkin pie!! I just KNOW Grandpa will sneak me a few licks of that pie! Oh you know it!! Its consuming all of my thoughts. Mmmmm.....whipped cream.....nutmeg......cinnamon.....pumpkin filling.........

HAJ