Special Milk

I like to have "spe(ck)le milk" when I am done with a day at preschool. Today, I told mommy I wanted special milk as we were leaving school. She told me she would make me some when we got home. I told her, "No, Starbucks."

Preschool Report

I started preschool the Wednesday after Labor Day. I am going to Sterling Park Baptist's "Mother's Day Out" program. Lots of mommy's friends sent their kids there, and they all turned out okay, so we thought we'd give it a whirl. I go every Wednesday and Friday from 9:30-1:30. My teachers are Mrs. Lisa and Mrs. Valerie. I like them a lot and I don't think it is just because they set out cars for me every time I come to class.

I was really excited to start school. The morning of the first day, I ran laps upstairs because I was so excited. As you know, I love to "go, go, go." Plus, I got to carry the new Lightning McQueen backpack Nana bought me, and heaven knows I just love that thing. When mommy and daddy took me to my class, it was pretty uneventful. Some of the kids were all about the drama, but not me. I waved goodbye and never looked back.

The second day was even better. Mommy came a couple minutes early to pick me up and you'll never guess who was with her! Gan (Gran) and Papa! I was so surprised. They came for a long visit and we had a football party! Gan brought homemade chex mix and rice krispies treats and my stomach only knows what else. It was madness. Absolute madness.

Man, Am I Far Behind or What?

Okay, okay, so it just hit me that I haven't blogged since right before I left for Kentucky. Man, there is a lot to catch up on, so just bear with me. Our trip to visit Nana and Papa in Kentucky was eventful to say the least. I woke up in a bear of mood that morning and screamed for 80% of the Washington-Chicago flight. I didn't want the new "surprises" mommy had bought to occupy me on the plane. I didn't want anything (mommy, on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted...a drink). One of the ladies on the flight actually had the nerve to ask mommy if I liked to scream/squeal like that all the time. You would have thought that was the straw that put the icing on the camel's back (as Granddaddy likes to say), but the adventure was just beginning. Moments later, Hadley pee-peed all over mommy while she was changing her diaper. When mommy (in her pee-pee sprinkled shorts), Hadley (in her freshly changed outfit), and I (in my foul mood) finally landed in Chicago, we headed to McDonalds to pick up a "chee-burger" and "fin fies" for me before heading to one of the airport restaurants so mommy could have at least a partially liquid lunch. Unfortunately, the hostess told us we couldn't eat there because I had McDonalds with me. Indeed, it was going to be a long layover before we could catch our flight to Louisville. After almost four excruciating hours, we at long last boarded our plane...only to discover the plane was leaking jet fuel and that we would be waiting (read: delayed) until the mechanics could clear us for takeoff. It was just plain awful. After waiting another hour to take off (for a 40-minute flight), I finally deboarded the plane and ran joyfully into Nana's arms as soon as I saw her at the airport in Louisville. Seeing her there made it all worth it. This, I might add, is why Granddaddy says, "We don't do layovers." Mommy now says he is absolutely right. For those of you who are curious, it ended up taking 12 hours door to door. Whew.

Once at Nana and Papa's house, I had a blast. How can you not when you visit grandparents? Nana took me to Dinosaur World where I got to go on a dinosaur walk and see all kinds of humongous dinosaurs. We went shopping in Bowling Green where I got to ride all kinds of rides and get my Thomas fix by playing with the trains at Barnes and Noble. I especially had fun running down the halls at Papa's office.

On Saturday, Nana's family came over for a big reunion. My extended cousins, Carter, Ella Ann, and Seth, were there. We laid claim to the table on the deck and noshed on hot dogs (a first for me) and Capri Suns (another first).

Nana had bought this cool swimming pool for us to play in, but everyone would run away when I got in. Apparently, they didn't like being splashed or having water poured on them. Seth braved it for a little while, but you will note that you can't see his face in the photo.

This may look like a jump rope to you, but it is really a microphone. At least, that's what I say it is. I sang and orated into it all week.

Of course, you can't have vacation without golf. At least that is what daddy says. Here I am working on my swing.