It's my birthday so I can do whatever I want to do, including smooshing applesauce into the carpet, not wearing pants and still being in my jammies (sort of) at 3:00.
~ Jack
Showing posts with label Fun With Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fun With Food. Show all posts
Thursday, September 23, 2010
September 22, 2010
It's my birthday so I can do whatever I want to do, including smooshing applesauce into the carpet, not wearing pants and still being in my jammies (sort of) at 3:00.
~ Jack
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
August 18, 2009
Meal times are always fun. I like to experiment with new and different ways of getting the food from the table and into my tummy. My mom calls this "Stunt Eating".
Danger Boy, perched precariously on the perimeter of peril.... with a barbecue beef sandwich.
Danger Boy, perched precariously on the perimeter of peril.... with a barbecue beef sandwich.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
August 10, 2009
I was having so much fun when my dad walked into the kitchen. This is what I heard:
Dad: *extreme gasp*
Mom: *sigh* Did you find out why he's been quiet for more than five minutes?
Dad: Yep.
Mom: Do I want to know?
Dad: Nope.
My mom is a liar. If she didn't want to know, why did she walk into the kitchen with the camera?
Jack is always raving about this "formula" stuff. Personally, I don't see what the fuss is all about. At least I got a bath out of the deal. Mom told me that if we turned on the jets in the tub it would make a milk shake, but she never turned them on.
Dad: *extreme gasp*
Mom: *sigh* Did you find out why he's been quiet for more than five minutes?
Dad: Yep.
Mom: Do I want to know?
Dad: Nope.
My mom is a liar. If she didn't want to know, why did she walk into the kitchen with the camera?
Jack is always raving about this "formula" stuff. Personally, I don't see what the fuss is all about. At least I got a bath out of the deal. Mom told me that if we turned on the jets in the tub it would make a milk shake, but she never turned them on.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
May 26, 2009
Oatmeal is a fantastic, multi-purpose medium.
So is yogurt, but my mom didn't get a picture of that one.
Friday, May 22, 2009
May 22, 2009
Today mom made me a turkey, cheese and pickle sandwich for lunch. It was yummy! I pulled the sandwich apart, ate the turkey and cheese, smeared the mayo from one piece of bread onto my head and arms and smeared the other piece of bread on the table. Then I took the orange that mom gave me and squeezed all of the juice out. Some of the juice got on me, some on my sandwich and some went on Spanky.
Then mom gave me a bath! A bath in the middle of the day! She put in some bubbles for me and then she sat and played with Jack while I splashed. Mom was busy singing songs to Jack so I took the opportunity to pour half of the new bottle of shampoo into the tub and turn on the jets. I love bubbles!
That's when mom decided that it was time for my bath to be done. It figures. Just as soon as it gets good she takes me out. Mom wrapped me in a towel and let me run out to the living room while she got some clean clothes for me. I was pushing my tractor and felt something funny in my bum. I squatted down to check things out when mom walked into the room. She said my whole name (including my middle name!) and then drug me back to the bathroom for another tubby. This time, she didn't fill up the tub. She just washed my stinky bum and legs. When she took me back out of the tub, she wouldn't even let me run around naked. She put a diaper on me immediately. Geez. It was just two piles of diarrhea on the carpet, and one of them wasn't even that big.
Mom cleaned up my mess with some stuff that smelled good and some paper towels. Then she took all of the stinky stuff outside. While she was gone, I thought I'd help her by getting some more paper towels ready. I unrolled the rest of them off of the cardboard tube. Boy, there sure were a lot of paper towels.
When Mom came back in the house, she called me by all three names again, put my clothes on me and sent me to bed.
Mom never appreciates anything that I do for her.
Then mom gave me a bath! A bath in the middle of the day! She put in some bubbles for me and then she sat and played with Jack while I splashed. Mom was busy singing songs to Jack so I took the opportunity to pour half of the new bottle of shampoo into the tub and turn on the jets. I love bubbles!
That's when mom decided that it was time for my bath to be done. It figures. Just as soon as it gets good she takes me out. Mom wrapped me in a towel and let me run out to the living room while she got some clean clothes for me. I was pushing my tractor and felt something funny in my bum. I squatted down to check things out when mom walked into the room. She said my whole name (including my middle name!) and then drug me back to the bathroom for another tubby. This time, she didn't fill up the tub. She just washed my stinky bum and legs. When she took me back out of the tub, she wouldn't even let me run around naked. She put a diaper on me immediately. Geez. It was just two piles of diarrhea on the carpet, and one of them wasn't even that big.
Mom cleaned up my mess with some stuff that smelled good and some paper towels. Then she took all of the stinky stuff outside. While she was gone, I thought I'd help her by getting some more paper towels ready. I unrolled the rest of them off of the cardboard tube. Boy, there sure were a lot of paper towels.
When Mom came back in the house, she called me by all three names again, put my clothes on me and sent me to bed.
Mom never appreciates anything that I do for her.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18
Mommy has taught me a new trick. When I want something done that I can't do myself, I show Mom what I want and say "hep," then Mommy helps me with whatever it is that I need. It's great. If the bucket won't go on my tractor, I say hep. If I want my snacks opened, I say hep. Today I wanted to go outside. I hung on the doorknob with both hands, tilted my head back, and called "heeehhhhhp!" When that didn't work, I threw myself on the floor and screamed. I wonder why Mom never let me go outside.
Tonight I learned that fry sauce is a great moisturizer. See it there on my right arm, all the way up to my shoulder? I also rubbed it into my face. Guess what else fry sauce is good for:
Styling gel!
Daddy and I always play the funnest games together. Tonight we played "I'll run around naked and shrieking while you chase me with my pajamas!" I love that one.
Tonight I learned that fry sauce is a great moisturizer. See it there on my right arm, all the way up to my shoulder? I also rubbed it into my face. Guess what else fry sauce is good for:
Styling gel!
Daddy and I always play the funnest games together. Tonight we played "I'll run around naked and shrieking while you chase me with my pajamas!" I love that one.
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