Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Going to St. Petersburg (part one)

Mommy and I decided to go on a road trip.
She said we are going to Hannibal, but I keep telling her the name of the town is St. Petersburg.

That is because, on the way, she let us listen to this story in the car:

And if you read the story, you will know that the name of the place is St. Petersburg. Not Hannibal.

The first place we went to is the Train Museum. 

It had little buttons all over the shop. When you pushed them, trains started going, or the gate would move or things like that. 

There was a collection of trains that was so cool and so old.
My favorites were trains that carried helicopters and airplanes. 

This is a fake conductor man because he is not real and he doesn't work. He just stays like that forever. 

After we left the train museum we went to the Tom Sawyer museum. It had stuff from the book in there.
Plus this stagecoach. 

It had a scary cave. It had Injun Joe. He was scary too.
I made Momma leave when I saw that because I thought he was real.
I like Injun Joe I guess. Well, I didn't like him when we went in there. But I liked him when mommy explained how the real one was good and stuff.

Tomorrow I will tell you about some other things we did in Hannibal only I call it St. Petersburg.
Or St. Petersburger when I am being funny. 

Monday, July 28, 2014

a note to Stephen fans

Ever since Stephen's daddy got sick, I (mom) have let the blogs (all of them) just fall by the wayside. I have to be very choosy with my time. But with Stephen growing up I have been thinking one of the best learning tools he will have is this blog.

 Starting with the next post, the words to the blog will no longer be from inside my head but rather I will load all the photos in a story order and let Stephen tell his own stories. In his words. I might have to prompt..especially the first few...but over time I want him to learn to tell his story, and I want him to love telling it as much as I do.

I have changed his little blog button. It almost brings me to tears to think how fast he is growing.
You are welcome to share the button around. You will have to link it back to here on your own as I am not up on that stuff. We don't hide from the world like a lot of people concerning the internet. Rather, we share our blessed life with all in hopes that others will finding the blessings in every day.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Fishy fishy in the brook..

When I was just a baby momma used to tell me that little story:

"Fishy fishy in the brook, 
Daddy catch him on a hook, 
Mommy fry him in the pan, 
Baby eat him fast as he can."

Well, as I grow older, I am noticing some things. Like how parents tell you lies they think are cute. I,  for one, have NEVER seen Daddy catch a fish in any ol' brook and I for sure can tell you that as long as I have lived Mommy hasn't fried one in a pan. So, as usual, I took matters into my own hands. And, as usual, I just picked up the phone, called my sissy and told her to help me out with the situation. Sissy is good about doing that. She, and that guy she hangs around, Blake, they are always ready for a good time.

I grabbed Blake and off we went. As you can see, I have my own fishing pole because this is serious business.

Its wiggling!
Coco is right there ready to help catch it too.

Let me help!
Let me help!

Um, well, I'll let you do that part because I am so generous.

Here I'll even smile for the camera with our big catch of the day!

No, I didnt say I would TOUCH it and smile for the camera.
You ask too much of me.

This reminds me of another fish tale.
I'll share that story with you in a day or two.
Maybe I can go call Sissy and see if she'll take me fishing today.
Mommy says it would be ice fishing.
Sounds good to me!