Evidence

Proof: Samuel has been still at least once in recorded history.

Caricatures Part 2

The Easy Rider.

Caricatures part 1

The resemblance is almost uncanny.

WILDlife.

For those of you who didn't hear the story of the time Samuel and I were nearly trampled by a deranged deer I will do my best to recount the story. The therapist tells me its good to talk it out. Here goes...



There we were minding our own business, playing trucks-n-stuff. All of the sudden with no warning whatsoever I heard a thumping noise from behind us. When I turned to see what it was I was oddly not overwrought about the feral beast. Instead I sat there, eyes wide saying to Samuel "Samuel look, a deer!", to which he responded "deeeer", and matter-of-factly returned his attention to the trucks.



You can never turn your backs on these wild creatures. If ever the day comes when they sprout opposable thumbs we better expand the hunting seasons for the sake of home protection.

Peace, AJV.

For a rainy day

Gramps had a good idea for this toy-box which will allow me to play trucks on nearly a 24 hour basis, subtracting time for the essentials like food, water, elimination of the aforementioned and minimal sleep.

I am not as dangerous with the powertools as dad thought I could be.

Fill box 1/4 full with corn and you have yourself the only corn-box in your neighborhood.

After a few "big digger" test runs to account for any leaks or creaks we should be ready for some more serious earth moving.

So if you are ever stuck inside on a rainy day feel free to stop by. I will be happy to share my sand..er...corn box with ya. Just don't hog the digger.

Spared and well,

Samuel.

Helping out

Samuel had an opening in his schedule to help feed Abigail.

He was obliged for the hand-eye coordination training, and Abigail was appreciative for the nutrients.

As you can see by this photo My (Andy) children have none of my genes for anything external.

I am convinced they must have my gall bladder or possibly my pancreas. Something on the inside anyway.

Peace, AJV.

A Walk in the Woods

It was too nice to stay
inside today.

We (Daddy, Papa, and myself) loaded up and headed deep
into the woods.

The trail was untamed.
The wildlife was eyeballing us like trained
predators eye their prey.

It was quite
frightening even if they were just common
ground squirrels and occasional robins.

There were times when we felt so entrapped by the

ferocious miniature beasts that we had retreated to the saftey of the trees.

Finally by sheer wit we escaped the blood-thirsty grasp of the Midwestern Sabertoothed-Squirrels.

As it was we even had the good fortune of coming across some wild trail mix with M&M's growing near this lake.

The ride home was a good time to examine what we all stepped in.

Spared and well,

Samuel.

The Answer Is: Sea Salt and an Iron

The question is: How do you get petroleum jelly out of the carpet?

We are indebted to the curiosity of Samuel for this rather effective home remedy.

As I walked in the door I looked across the table into the living room to see my wife and son sitting on their knees facing eachother. The closer I walked to them the picture came into focus. Samuel was, bubbly as ever, casting a big smile to me as he said "Hi Daddy!" I replied with a hello and noticed the glistening shine on Samuels hands, and on his shirt, and his pants. It was at this point that I recognized what it was that was separating the mother and son. There on the floor was a medium pizza size blob of petroleum jelly, at which Samuel was pointing and saying "Funny!!"

It was impossible to keep straight faced while I explained how not funny it was.
Peace, AJV

Statistics

Abigail had a check-up with the doc this morning.

For those of you who like the stats:
Wt. 10#8oz.
Ht. 23 inches
50th percentile for weight
75th percentile for height
40 yd dash time- No Data.

She also sustained 3 shots to the legs this morning, and is building antibodies as we speak (that is as I write and you read). She is growing, eating and living the good life.
Peace, AJV.

Laughable!

Hey, did I tell you the one...

about these tall people I live with?

They seem to get a kick out of the face I make when I let one go... like this!

In the words of W. T. Pooh, ta-ta for now.

Love, AEV.