My First Big Argument

Admiral Flycatcher and I aren't speaking to each other right now.



Grandpa Tom always calls me frog-boy. According to the Admiral, you get tons of princess kisses. Like he would know.

Just Blogging

Dad and I have lots of fun on the weekends when he is not studying for the Bar. That's when we do most of our blogging.

For everything else in life...

Race Car Onesie - $2
Burp Cloth - $3
Crib Sheet - $5
Mommy's Handmade Quilt - $15

Projectile vomit right before naptime - Priceless

(Disclaimer - May not reflect actual prices)

Blogger's Note

So that my Uncle Ed's name is cleared, I would like to notify everyone that he has come to visit me (he's the giant one)... and Uncle Leo (the filthy one), who has taken up part time employment as an auto mechanic. Supposedly he is going to KU, but it looks to me like maybe he has been going to trade school. Then on the far right is the ever-loyal Uncle Jimmy. He tried to hold me once... it was akward.

If I try to explain what Daddy is doing in this picture it will set a precedent and I will be forced to explain his behavior for the rest of my life. This is an insurmountable task and I refuse to do it.

An Open Letter To My Uncle Ed

Dear Uncle Ed,

Why haven't you come to visit me yet? Aren't I cute enough? I have seen everyone but you and Uncle Will, and my parents say that Uncle Will is in a whole other state. I don't know what that means, but it sounds bad. I got my hopes up when I heard you were coming with Uncle Leo last weekend, but then you never came. I cried every night in between the hours of 6pm and 9pm since I've arrived. That might not be so much because of you, but we'll never know for sure until you come. Don't you want to see me? I traveled 800 miles from Michigan to Kansas and my parents say that you only live 50 miles away. I hope that I don't have to wait until Aunt Molly's wedding to see you. Please come soon!!

Love,

Jared