Waking up is hard to do

Put me in, coach!

Alright, so I'm not quite ready to take the field as the Rays' starting shortstop or anything, but I can do some mean playing at the playground. Last weekend my Grandpa Everett came to visit us. Now, I've only met Grandpa Everett once before but I'm pretty sure he must be cool because he and I share a name. We had a lot of fun playing at the playground and enjoying the beautiful spring weather. Later that night was when I pooped out in my high chair at dinner. You can probably see why from these pictures!

What happens...

when you have a double ear infection and spend the morning playing at the playground and then help Mom with the grocery shopping and help Dad grill out? 

This:

Vrrroom Vrrrooom!!!!

Racing cars is in my blood...

So You Think You Can Dance????

All Boy

On the Move...

Climbing the Walls...

A Complete Mess...

Absolutely Super...

Moving Is Hard Work

We're all moved into our new house. Mom won't let me post any more pictures until we get things cleaned up a bit (there are still a lot of boxes to unpack!) but we are here nonetheless. 

When I'm not unpacking boxes, I'm at school having lots of fun. I have been learning some great new things like coloring and playing in a sand box. Every Thursday we have a special day called Kid Rock. A special teacher comes in and does music and dancing with us. Each class has a theme. For the last two weeks we have been learning our colors. One Thursday was orange day and we all wore orange. Last Thursday was yellow day. I am really excited to find out what this week will be. 

As you might guess, I'm a pretty busy kid. So what does an on-the-go kid like me do to relax on the weekends? Chillax in my jammies, of course!