Toddler Football

“Come on, Chompy. I’ll show you how to play real football.”

“O-tay, Bettum.”

“First, get down, like this and wait till I say, ‘go.'”

“O-tay, Bettum.”

“Now chase me and pretend you’re going to catch me.”

“O-tay, Bettum.”

“Tarrrr-ry, Bettum.”

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Chompy Dolittle

While Mommy was getting a few errands finished today–Chompy and I strolled down to the pet store–where she B-lines it straight to…the kittens. She loves them and this little guy loved her right back–through the glass.

I told her this little puppy was called a “Pug,” and she said, “I can like a Pud.”

She was a bit braver than I am about all the aquarium critters–that creep me out. She stuck her face right up there by a 90 foot Salamander. Blaugh…

Turtles are better…but still…I’m going to hang back here a bit.

Now we’re talking. Chompy and I love birds and this little blue lady was amazing. I always have this overwhelming urge to open all the cages and shout, “Fly…fly!”

But so far…I’m not brave enough…

to spend the night in jail.

These four baby love birds were so adorable all huddled together and timid.

This seems to be where we came in—doesn’t it? Chompy and her kittens. She said we need to come back tomorrow or the kitty would miss her and cry.

Of that…I have no doubt.

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Worker Dudes

Funny, isn’t it–that from the time they’re little

to the time they’re big…

putting things together…

or taking them apart is such a big deal–like what they live for, almost.

They seem to have a “subdue the earth” thing going on from the start.

And I for one, am so glad that they do because whether it’s a wobbly wheel barrow or

tree bark that seems to need a good pounding, the fellows in my world do a ton of things that I’m happy to let them do.

In fact, a rugged three year old told me once that I was actually here on this earth “to make cookies.”

Good to know.

He, on the other hand was here to “move big stuff and kill all the bad guys.”

Oh, and my other job, he said was to watch him…

“and clap.”

What a deal.

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