Jam-Packed Weekend

I do love the weekends! I call them "Stay Home Days" because of the whole no school thing. But from the looks of all the activities we have been up to, it's a misnomer.


We had a picnic in the Rose Garden. It was a blast and I found all the "non-pokey" plants for Mom and Dad.

On this day I learned the skill that I expect will carry me through life and beyond: how to milk a card-board cow.



Wade learned the skill too. See him in the plaid pants on the other side of this see-through cow?

There he is, and he's not even gritting his teeth.

Dad taught me the skill he said would take me through my teen-age years under his roof: mowing the lawn. Um, guys, when do I get to try the self-propelled push mower? It sure would speed up this process.


The best part of the new house is the new set of friends in the 'hood! They have adopted me as their own and I love them all!

I may be little, but I bring a lot to the table. The sand table, that is.

The neighborhood kids even pull me around in a wagon. Dad gets me to cut the grass, someone else to pull me in the wagon. What's left for him to do? "Supervise" and sip on a gooey blender drink?

Whee! Into the driveway.

Hooray for all my new pals!