Big hat- its funny.

A Little Help From My Friends

Don't get too comfortable. I'll need your assistance on this one. I have a few friends of the stuffed variety. Usually, I name them myself- Flippo the Hippo, Staff the Giraffe- that kind of thing. But this guy eludes me. So I am taking suggestions on what to name him. The winner gets a signed picture of me.

Now Thats Funny

What are you wearing on All Hallow's Eve?

In Which We Match

Clive Wesley

Everyone give it up for Clive. He's joining us from the land of eternal comfort and the look on that face says it all. The guys been through a lot but he has somehow managed to keep his cool. My hat is tipped.

Ipod My Baby

You're either in style, or you're out of it.

Ipod your baby.

Mom's Dreamy

This is the look my dad gets when he looks at...

...this picture of my mom!

In Which I Wear Hats

I wear hats. It's something I do. Eat, sleep, wear hats.

No mistaking it- see the guy I'm pointing at who is wearing a hat? That's me.

By the mouth of three witnesses, I've been confirmed. Me, me and me.

Where do you go?

Where do you go

lower lip, lower lip,

when I pull you in my mouth

so my drool won't drip?

Are you running down my throat

with my tongue in your hand?

Are you banging on my gums

like pots and pans?

Intense About Eating

I'd be lying if I said I liked anything more than breastmilk. But an honorable mention must be given to sweet potatos, and the world of mashed food. I'll admit that it doesn't taste as good, but does that really matter when you can get big globs of it on your hands and rub it on your face as you eat. What better way to experience the food. Life is about experience as I've come to find out. If I could just open my mouth wide enough I'd fit the food, spoon, and that big hand thats bringing it, all into my mouth and give em all a good lick. That way they'd know I liked it too.

Granny

The Ladies

This is the look I give to the ladies. "Hi, how are you? I'm fine, and yes, cute as usual." We'll be cruising the aisles at Wal Mart, and I'll be like, "Ho hum, bo-ring", so I'll decided to mix things up a little bit. The next forty-something that comes our way will be minding her business and then WHAM. Me, and this smile. She'll be spending the next thirty seconds of her life telling my mom how sweet I am. I love that power.

A Mouth Full

Me and Boy George

This is me and my new friend George. I don't know who the two women in the background are, but they followed us all the way to the park. We played on the swings and got along fine.

Hampered

I really feel like my parents are hampering my developmental progress. Isn't there some sort of governmental agency to look into these things? 1-800-weirdparents or www.myparentsarepyscho.com? I need a lifeline.

Dad's Double Chin

I'm wondering if it's hereditary. Am I doomed to the double chin? And what about that nose? Does he sharpen it? I might impale myself. I'll just keep praying I take after mom. There's always mom, there's always mom, there's always mom...

Let's Hear It For Hot Mamas!

It's the Lord's Day, and let me just say that when Pastor gets up there and asks us what we're thankful for, I'm yellin' "My HOT MAMA!"

Lily Likes My Fuffers

This is Lily. She likes my Fuffers.

Sometimes Lily steals my Fuffers...

...and shoves it in her fat face.

Thats right, her fat face.

She says she's sorry, but I'm not sure.

Gus n' Hob

This is me and my friend Hob. He's just a baby. Thats why his mouth is hanging open. Sweet overalls though. For all those wanting to post, but couldn't, I made it so that you don't have to sign in to post.

Me v. Bananas