My transcriptionist has been unable to help me with my blog this week, so I'll just catch up with one big post.
Monday, August 3
Found a pool of beautiful, crystal clear water on the front patio, just beckoning to me. Enjoyed several minutes of cannonballs and swan dives before Mom came out to see what the ruckus was about. Little brother Jack came out to see, too. Mom turned on the hose while muttering under her breath something about "just scrubbed the trough last night." The water is cloudy because my diaper started to come apart after being in there for so long.
Part way through the video, you can see a big dump truck drive by. That is one of my favorite things about living on a farm: big trucks and tractors!
Tuesday, August 4
My name is Danger Boy, and this is my lair:
I like to do all sorts of things in my lair, but meditation is my favorite, especially if I'm meditating with a cup of milk and my Cozy Cows.
Wednesday, August 5
I found this great cowboy hat. It makes a great Danger Boy disguise. Hmmm..... what shall I do with this box of 3" wood screws? Oh, the possibilities are endless!
"Howdy, y'all! This is the lair of Cowboy Boy. Members only, please."
I think I'll mosey into the kitchen and have the barmaid get me a refill. Milk, chocolate.
Thursday, August 6
Found these socks and insisted that Mom put them on me. I wore them for the whole day. Also, I like my big brother.
Friday, August 7
What kind of parent takes a picture before helping their sweet son out of a sticky situation?
Author's Note: Clothes are for sissies.
Transcriptionist's Note: Hi. This is Adam's mom. I dress this boy each and every day. In Monday's post, he is still wearing the onesie that he slept in, but I took it off of him right after I turned off the camera. His diaper was a giant, shapeless, pulpy mess which promptly disintegrated after I removed the support of the onesie. He ran around outside for the rest of the morning stark naked because he refused to come inside and get dressed. In posts Tuesday through Thursday, he is wearing only a diaper (and socks) because he undressed himself within thirty minutes of being dressed. In Friday's post, he is not wearing pants because he took them off but the camera hides this fact. I try, people, really I do, but I'm just a thirty-something mother up against a two year old mastermind.