I ate yellow snow and lived to tell about it!

Just an hour or two ago I spent hard working time out at the barn. I had to feed my horse, and pet all the other horses and climb some fences and hitch a ride on the big blue tractor. Hard work makes for dirty, thirsty boys. So we just stopped at one of those Snow Cone places. I really wasn't sure what a snow cone was; but I'm game for new adventures.

At least I was until Daddy handed my snow cone to me. Didn't your momma ever tell you not to eat yellow snow? Mine sure did. And here Daddy just wants me to up and eat it.

I wasn't really sure what to think. But, hey if Daddy is man enough to eat yellow snow then I am too! I proceeded with caution:

Hmmm, not bad. Not bad at all. Sweet and tasty.

Sort of tastes like bananas.

Hey, I dropped some. Better eat it up. Yum! Even tastier with truck dirt on it.

Well, that was good. I ate it til the last drop.

Oh, never mind. Daddy has some left. I'll just help him finish his too.

Mmmm, yep. Yellow snow is not bad. Not bad at all.

You should try it for yourself!

My Muddin' Adventure

Did you think I was still alive? I have some adventures to show you but they are all lost on Mommy's old computer and we are waiting on Daddy to fix 'em to the new computer. Daddy reads my adventures. And Nanny reads my Adventures. That's Daddy's Mommy. I bet if Daddy doesn't get my Adventure stuff moved soon, he'll be in big trouble with Nanny.

In the meantime, I have a couple of pictures to show you at least.

We were working outside today. I worked real hard dumping out old flower planters. That's hard work, you know. But then I discovered something. If you water the dumped out dirt...you get MUD. And when you get mud, you have to get your truck and go muddin'.

See my truck behind me? You can see it better in the picture below. I smiled and said "Cheese" for the camera.

I've always, my whole life, heard that mud baths are good for your complexion. I offered to give Mommy a mud bath but she was too chicken. So I gave my clothes a mud bath instead. 

We had new neighbors move in today. I greeted the mom very nicely by spraying her with the hose. Momma told Daddy that at least I 'broke the ice'. I don't remember seeing any ice. I think it was too hot outside for ice. I just figured the lady was hot from all that moving. She said I'm cute. I know it.

I still don't remember breaking ice though.

A crazy morning out with Mommy

Today my Mommy and I woke up and you know what we wanted to do? Go hikin. Yep, we always want to do that. Well, my mommy does anyway; and usually I pretty much have to go along with what she's doing. Today's hike was fun but we didn't have the camera. You'll have to just read about this adventure without photos.

I got to pick yellow flowers and purple flowers and pink flowers and white flowers. There were lots of yellow flowers. Last night I went on a walk around the block and picked yellow flowers too. Mommy said they are called Dandelions and that people don't mind if I pick them. So today I picked more dandelions plus a bunch of other flowers.

After we picked flowers we picked rocks. I had to throw them into the creek. I wouldn't want the creek bed running out of rocks, you know? Every little boy must be an expert rock picker. I like to fill my pockets with rocks. They make a great racket of noise in the clothes dryer. I bet you didn't know that did you?

Today as we were hiking along--guess what I saw? Three yellow school buses. Right there in the woods almost! Of course I insisted that they were to become our destination. The nice school bus man let me hop up and take a look around. After I was all done checking out the school bus the driver man gave me a piece of gum. Can't beat that kind of service, can ya? I tipped him with an extra special rock.

Well, between all our hikin' and rock throwin' and school bus drivin' and flower pickin' I had to GO if ya catch my drift. I had to go bad. By this time my mommy and I were back on the trail. In the middle of the woods. No bathroom around. You know what that crazy mom of mine did?? She dropped my pants and told me to go on the tree! What?? Um NO!! That was not going to happen. Go potty on a tree?? Good grief what kind of hillbilly family did I get myself born into anyway? I started crying,"No potty tree. Go Home!"  So we started walking home. Then that momma got another crazy notion in her head. She saw this weird building with a door and a hole inside. She dropped my pants again and sat me on that hole and told me to go potty. What is it with my mom dropping my pants in crazy places today??!! This time I pitched a fit, screaming and yelling and the whole nine yards.

Finally my mom wised up. She walked me up to the car and put a diaper on me. Whew! That is how this little boy spells relief. I mean, I may go potty in the chair at home...but this going in the woods stuff? Well, no siree--I am more sophisticated than that.

I think next on my to-do list is talking my mom into buying me a baday. She says that isn't going to happen and next on her list is for me to learn how to go potty in the woods. I say that isn't going to happen!