Busted.
I found the one last tomato from our garden and gobbled it up like any good goblin would do...
Now, what you can't see here is the sea of red squishy goodness overflowing in my lap.
Ketchup anyone??
An attempt to document our little world...one baby step at a time.
(Teasing our neighbor, Chester Bubba, with Cheerios...)
(Charming the socks off my Mums...)
(Barbeque...good.)
(Daydreaming of an outdoor escape...)
Mum and Pops have started calling me "El Nino". See, when they were in Costa Rica a few months back, they learned that the Ticos (Costa Ricans) use this phrase for little boys. They say it fits me perfectly because I'm a little monster of a boy, ferocious and curious and playful and perfectly charming.
Oh my, they have no idea what's in store, do they?!
Whew, it was hot...I certainly enjoyed the comforts of my cool blue stroller...a nice way to take in the sights....
Pretty soon, I'd had it with the heat...talked Aunt Carter into removing my shirt for me...
So much to taste! Dat-ty brought me barbeque and macaroni and cornbread. My Southern soul was so happy...
I did my best to entertain on a full belly...
Epicurean wishes,





